Page 864 of End Game

“I don’t mean living here. Obviously I lived here. And you invited me places and whatever. I just…”

She presses her lips together.

“This was yours.”

My chest tightens.

“Thursdays.”

Griffin’s hand moves to the back of her neck.

She nods.

“You’d been doing it forever. Same night. Same table. Same people.”

Her gaze moves around the room.

“And you made room for me.”

Micah looks down.

Dex doesn’t even pretend now.

A tear slides straight down his cheek.

Cami laughs shakily. “Fuck. Why is this so sad?”

“Because endings are weird,” Micah says quietly.

He looks at his rogue’s sheet.

“You spend years with something and then one day you just… finish it.”

Dex points at him. “That was not helpful.”

“I wasn’t trying to help.”

“Well, stop contributing accurately.”

Griffin laughs.

Cami wipes her eyes again. “You remember the fair?”

I do.

Of course I do. “The Whispering Fair?”

“The maze.”

Micah smiles.

Dex groans. “Oh my God.”

Cami points at him. “You were being an asshole.”

“I was being charming.”

“You tried to proposition the fair.”