“No mountain is too high.” “For you, Emmett? For you, I’d climb every mountain.” She brings my hand to her chest, pressing my palm over her heart, where it beats fast and hard. “For myself too. I want to fight for myself.” “I’ll fight for you on the days you’re too tired to do it yourself.” “I know you will, and I love you for it.” Her lips warm my palm. “It’s just not fair, you know?”
