"Yeah, even then. 'Cause you know somethin' happened. Didn't you?" She certainly had. Maybe she hadn't known what to call it when they'd been sitting on the porch, drinking moonshine and trading stories, but she'd felt a flicker of something there, something she couldn't name. And maybe she hadn't known what it was in the funeral home that first night when he'd watched her play piano, but the flicker had been stronger then, a fluttering of something under her ribs, a little notice that he was looking at her. Always looking at her. She'd felt his gaze and she'd known something.

And then the night she'd come here. Oh. She couldn't name it, not even then, but the flicker turned flutter had turned into a beating drum against her chest that night.

"I did. Maybe I didn't know what, but I knew it was somethin' and I knew it wasn't how things used to be. I knew somethin' was gonna change." She just hadn't known it was going to take her seven months to figure it out.