pull out my phone, ready to tell her as much. Suddenly, I’m full of decision. That no matter what news comes from the FDNY, I need to get back to where I belong. I need to be with her, whether she wants to come here or wants me there. Layla and I are meant for each other––I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. We can make it work. I’m not going to pussy out anymore.
