“Dare complete. My turn. I pick truth.” “Okay, uh …” “I’ve got one,” he says. “I love you, Phoebe, and that’s the truest thing I know.” My breath catches, and my heart speeds up. I move down a step until our faces are even between the rungs. I search his eyes, and there’s only gentleness, no teasing. “You do?” He nods. “Big-time.”
