When Brody sat patiently, I started prattling on. “I’ve been holding on to this idea. Of who I was supposed to be. What I was supposed to do with my life.” Brody didn’t interrupt. I looked over at him. “But what the fuck are we even doing? All it takes is one distracted driver and everything’s gone?” My thoughts spiraled as my anxiety crept higher. “What if I’ve been gripping so tight that I can’t see what’s right in front of me?”
