“I hate living like this, so I want to be able to handle it. But I’m not sure I’m going to be able to.” “Of course you are, Mitchy. You have me in your corner,” I say, and his gaze is cautious. Reluctantly optimistic, almost. “If there’s one thing I love to do, it’s prove everyone who’s ever doubted me wrong. That’s what you’re going to do too.”
