“Willie started for the door, but stopped halfway, suddenly distressed again, with a hand pressed flat to his chest.
‘You said to keep this to remember you. But I haven’t got anything for you to remember me by!’
Jamie smiled slightly. His heart was squeezed so tight, he thought he could not draw breath to speak, but he forced the words out.
‘Donna fret yourself,’ he said. ‘I’ll remember ye.’”
