"Maybe," she agrees. "I have wondered before, actually, what it might've been like if we met back home somehow. If we'd have been friends there the same as we are here, or something."

Saying it now is easy, when things are bright and warm and they're having a good time, but Rosie knows--she's not sure if Caleb does, but she knows--that even if she finds her way to Vermont, the most she'll probably ever find of Neil is a headstone. It still isn't fair.

"I think we would be."