“You read The Iliad and the Odyssey? Did anyone else know Ali could read?” Thatcher says. "I will fucking hit you if you call me that again.” I shake my head, looking at the mark on my arm. Right now, this feels like the biggest moment of my life. Like, no matter where we go or what happens, I’ll remember this. I’ll remember I had friends who cared enough in this moment to make this promise. It feels good. It feels like enough. “To the Styx?” I say the question, and they respond in tandem. “To the Styx.”
