“I’m so glad to see you,” I whispered, and her stack of inky hair brushed my cheek as she nodded vigorously in reply. I’d often felt relief at seeing Miss Peregrine but never so much as I did right then, having spent the past several hours trying and failing to imagine the world, and my life, without her. And it struck me, in a way that seemed both obvious and profound, that what I felt for this strange, small woman was love.”