All I can think is that Bash has left. We never got a chance to talk. I don’t even know how long he’ll be gone for. Suddenly, him leaving to fly a plane into a fire feels monumentally dangerous. Suddenly, I miss him. Suddenly, I regret accepting that job offer. And even though he’s not here to hear it, I look Tripp in the eye and tell him bluntly, “I think it’s better if we don’t.”
