Wynonna let out a quiet sigh. “And if Ezra gets out tomorrow morning, we can all sit together at lunch.”

Holden lit up. “Oh! Okay! Yeah!” He nodded incessantly to indicate how pumped he was.

Wynonna nodded to let him know that he could go now.

Holden left.

Wynonna walked slowly—inconspicuously—to the hospital room door, glanced outside to make sure that Holden was thoroughly gone, and closed the door. She flattened her back against the surface, every muscle a knot of tension.

Looked at me.

“I’m still mad at you,” she said. “Don’t go thinking you’re off the hook just yet.”

I deflated in my hospital bed.

“What were you thinking?” she said. “I mean, I know what you were thinking, unfortunately, but still, what were you THINKING? How did you expect this to work?”

I shrugged helplessly. “I mean… he’s sorry. You have no idea how sorry he is.”

“Not half as sorry as he should be.”

“He hates himself for what he did.”

“Good! He should hate himself!”

“He’s been sober for the past seven years.”

That one hit her a little bit. Not hard. Just enough for her to not have a comeback.

“I know what he did was unforgivable,” I said. “But he loves you. He’d do anything for you. Aren’t those the sort of people worth fighting for? Isn’t that worth giving a chance?”

Wynonna didn’t say anything. Her eyes were hard, and her mouth was pinched shut fiercely, but she said nothing. If anything, it meant she was listening. “I told him who I was,” I said.

Wynonna reared back slightly. “You what?”

“I told him we were swapping bodies. That my name was Ezra Slevin.”

“You told him you were Ezra Slevin?” she repeated incredulously.

It was the way she emphasized my last name that triggered it.

Roscoe’s voice became an echo in my skull.

That little boy. You’re pretending to be that little boy.

Wait.

This is cruel. I don’t think you even realize how cruel you’re being.

Oh my god.

Seven years ago, during that accident… Roscoe saw me. He saw a little boy sitting in the back seat of the other vehicle. And he must have known our last name. After being charged, convicted, and serving a five-year sentence for a Class 3 felony, he had to know the name of the people in the other car.

That’s why he was so upset.

That’s why he stormed off.

“Ezra?” said Wynonna. She waved her hand in front of my face. “You still in there?”

I blinked. Refocused on Wynonna.

“The accident,” I said slowly, “the one from seven years ago… you know who was in the other car, don’t you?”

Wynonna didn’t react. She had already gone through the entire spectrum of emotions today. There probably wasn’t much left to feel anymore.