So never lose an opportunity of urging a practical beginning, however small, for it is wonderful how often in such matters the mustard-seed germinates and roots itself.
Okay, okay. ” I set my hand on top of his and guide it to my chest, so it’s right over my heart. “Feel my heartbeat. Can you feel it?” “Yes. ” “Feel how steady it is?” “It’s fast. ” “Yes, well, that has nothing to do with the box. ” I wince as soon as I’m done speaking. I just admitted to something. Hopefully he doesn’t realize that.