"Leckie," she scolded before she remembered that she couldn't really do that anymore. How was she to treat him? How was she to act around him? These were questions she'd been asking before this day but in a more giddy way than now. Before it was, am I allowed to kiss him the first time I see him? Should I say I love you right off the bat? Now the questions seemed like looming mountains, more obstacles that seemed impossible to climb. They'd been through so much, how much could they bear? And if he never got his memory back, how could he love her? He'd probably find someone else, wonderful, someone who wouldn't want to bother him with the past. And Summer would be left alone, again.

Always alone.

She shook her head, "Honestly, you don't have to say sorry. We just have to help you get comfortable here." To get better but she wouldn't say that because she couldn't take any more hopes being dashed, not today. When he asked about the star, she looked at him before shaking her head. "I asked your parents if I could have theirs. It's for you. I wanted it in my window." She glanced down as they got closer to his house, heart still breaking with every step. "You're family is complicated so... if you ever need to get away or be somewhere--" Where you'll feel loved and wanted. "Else, you can come over to my house."