my God, Wyatt. Why didn’t you tell me?” I lift a shoulder, like I haven’t been agonizing over that question for years. Decades. “You had so much to do. So many things to accomplish. You’ve always aimed so high, and I wasn’t gonna stand in your way.” She fists her hand in my shirt. “Don’t make me quote the corniest-slash-best love song ever written.” “What’s that?” Sally searches my eyes with an urgency that makes my pulse hiccup. “Ever consider you could never ever hold me back, even if you tried? You’re not a roadblock, Wyatt. You’re the wind beneath my fucking wings.”
