“I am,” she whispers with a knowing smile. “You are so many things, Toby, an amalgamation that makes you, you. That’s why I love this so much. It’s owning it all, the triumphs and the struggles, the things you like and the things you want to change, because they all make you who you are. We’re all a work in progress—hell, no one knows that better than me. Every day is new. Every day delivers a new challenge. But saying, ‘Fuck it, I am,’ feels good. I’m going to steal this. I might have you paint it on my bedroom wall too. Even though I can’t see it, I’ll know it’s there.”
