“I’m scared,” she whispers. “I know,” I say. “I am, too. But what’s the point of swimming to the surface if you’re not going to fight to see the sun?” She sits perfectly still, and I wonder for a moment if I pushed too hard. But still, I wait, and my patience is rewarded. “I’ll fight, Riggs,” she whispers finally. It’s then I know we’ll be okay. Because if Stella is willing to fight, I’m never giving up. Never.
