“She must see something in you. Ainsley. Because she just—she really went inside herself after we lost him. I didn’t know a four-year-old could do that. That night she tried to give you the book, Lisa lost it. Told me we should keep you around because who knows, maybe she’d start talking again.” His voice cracks. “She’s got the sweetest voice.”
“I’ll bet.” I rub the back of my neck.