I’d never been a big fan of life. Growing up, I’d spent countless days wishing I’d never been born. So, the foreign panic that seized my chest surprised me. And with it, came an unsettling realization—I didn’t want to die. I wanted more time with Dallas “Shortbread” Costa. With my wife. I wanted to hear her laughter. To try new food with her. To dance together in ballrooms—this time because she wanted to give me those dances, not because of societal pressure. I wanted to seduce her and be seduced by her. I wanted a do-over of our Parisian honeymoon. Hell, a part of me wanted to see our child.
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