Hothouse Flower (Calloway Sisters #2)

by Krista Ritchie

have to go. I meet Ryke’s gaze, and he just shakes his head. “I don’t want to fucking leave you like this,” he says. “I’ll be fine.” “Are you going to be able to last the whole flight, sitting in your fucking seat, not able to get up and move around that much?” It sounds more confining now than it did a couple hours ago, only because my mom suffocated me with this news. “I don’t have much of a choice.” “We all have choices,” he says. “Some are just harder to make than others.” “Don’t worry about me,” I tell him. “I want you to go to California and climb those mountains.” I pause. “And be safe.” He can die out there. With no rope, no backup safety, he’s relying only on his training, his hands and body. One wrong move and he can slip and fall. He doesn’t talk about the risk that much, and I don’t want to dissuade him from pursuing the three-mountain, free-solo climb in Yosemite. It’s been his lifelong goal, and I won’t keep him from that. “You too,” he says, his voice low and strained.

omg, why do i feel like i'm going to cry?? (listening to ryder by madison beer doesn't help tbh)