I fall back on my bed with an unceremonious oomph. “You’re still giving me the option? Why?” “Because we’re a team, whether we like it or not. That means I have to trust that you’ll make the best choice for us, even if it feels like the wrong one for you right now.” I hate him for making sense—but not nearly as much as I hate myself for the flutter in my stomach at him using the word we.
