“Are you trying to sabotage me?” I ask lightly, because I know he isn’t really. But he answers with quiet seriousness. “No, Berry. Never that. I’d wish you luck right now, but you don’t need it. And, admittedly, I don’t know if I can wish you luck.” “Why?” I whisper, feeling the need to follow his hushed tone. “Because I don’t want you to go.”
