Lily walks over to me when my eyes are closed. “Here.” She presses a cold water bottle against my chest. “Look at you caring about my well-being.” “Well, unfortunately for me, you can’t become mayor if you’re dead,” she replies with a toothy smile. “Since when do you care whether I win the election?” “Since I realized you’re the best of two bad options.” I place a hand over my heart. “Can I use that quote on an ad?” “If you want my endorsement, I’m sure there are better quotes you can use.”
