Her mom had never believed in Fate but always believed in love, made sure to tell her she loved her at least once a day. She’d always mention, “I never want to worry that I haven’t said it.” Indy, however, had never said it to anyone other than her family or Sasha, a fact that choked her up at least every other month and doubly at Christmas. Though she had said it to several books, her PS5, and, on one drunken night, her bed.
