“There’s no one else for me, Mam. I know it. I can feel it in my bones.” “I believe you,” she replied, nursing her mug between her hands. “You’ve always been a drama queen—” “Hey!” “Let me finish.” “Fine.” I huffed out a breath. Laughing, Mam tried again. “What I’m trying to say is that even though you’ve always had a flair for the dramatic and can be recklessly impulsive with your actions, you have never been reckless with your heart.” “Wow,” I mused. “What a backhanded compliment.”
