“Are you sure about this?” he asks. “I think Chief will take Cyclops if it’s either his place or the shelter.”

“I want to keep him, but Dad says we’ll have to see if he and Cujo get along.” I peer through the zippered panel. The cat is a fighter, like me. “And I saved Cyclops, so that makes me responsible for him.”

“Does that mean I can move in with you?” Marco takes my elbow and steers me toward him. “You saved me, too.”

I push up onto my toes and press my lips against his. The kiss burns through me, like it’s the first time.

A few months ago, I thought remembering was the hardest thing in the world. I was wrong. Forgetting is harder than remembering, but forgiving is the hardest. I’m working on that with Dad.

I was wrong about something else, too.

Before I crashed the stolen car, I thought saving Marco was the most important thing I would ever have to do.

One thing was even more important.…

Saving myself.