she 'd been right not to trust him , not to pin her hopes on that one perfect moment they 'd shared-because maybe it had n't been as perfect as she 'd remembered . jesses hand trembled , the gun dancing between the two , his pulse galloping . he had the black sneakers with red laces too . there she was , seated in 1c . she looked at her eldest brother filling the doorway . i 'm sure he could feel it pulse out of my chest and beat against his own . 