I shrugged a little and didn't say anything at first, not because I wanted to keep it from Elio, but Eddie had so improved my night that I wasn't sure I wanted to ruin the good memory with what had been upsetting me so much at the time. I fidgeted with the hem of the blanket for a moment before huffing out a breath and slouching down a little further on the couch before I shrugged again.

"I had a bunch of beads," I said. "Before I even realized what was happening, I was flying and- and Peter- he could fly. Only he didn't tell me about it. He used to promise he told me everything, but I saw him flying one day near the end and I realized he had been lying all along. About everything. About how he cared for us all, about why he took us, about what had happened to my mother. He was just a liar."

I didn't know if that made sense, how the flying connected to Peter, but I wasn't sure how else to explain it.