Daisy often talked about living in the wild with me. About being stranded on an island. Just the two of us. Having a baby alone in the rainforest together. I always thought her fantasies were cute, but it’s not until later in our lives that I see her and me and what she imagined and I think, we fucking have that, Calloway. No matter where we are. No matter what we do. It’s who we are. Fucking primal. And this wild, untamable spirit lives within us.
