“Hey.” He stepped toward me. “You can do this, Emmy. We’re going to take it slow, but I know you can do this.” “How do you know?” He cupped my face in his hands. “You’re Clementine fuckin’ Ryder.” I laughed at that, and a single tear sneaked out of my eye. He caught it before it could fall, wiping it off my cheek. “Sugar, you deserve to go out on your own terms. Just because you got dusted doesn’t mean you’re done.”
