If I Can't Make You Stay
Anxious, Quentin grabbed a glass bottle from the kitchen and handed it to me.
"Cammy, I promise you—I'll only accompany Rita ninety-nine times. Each time I go, you put one soybean inside. When there are ninety-nine, bring it to me. I swear I'll come home with you."
From that day on, the bottle became my most precious thing.
But now, the soybeans inside were gone.
Quentin stared blankly at the bottle, as if his heart had been hollowed out along with it.
When he lifted his head, he noticed a sheet of letter paper on the table in the main hall.