“If it’s not about the money, then what are you lookin’ for?” “Happiness.” I clasp my hand over his and peel his fingers off my arm, one by one, until I’m free. “It’s staring at yourself in the mirror and knowing that you got to where you are on your own merits and not on bargained favors. It’s knowing”—I draw in a deep, grounding breath—“that sometimes what’s in your heart and what’s in your head aren’t the same, but you’re making a life change . . . you’re going to let reason take charge, for once, instead of the damn organ that’s failed you countless times over.”
