“Frankly…” Her voice softens. “I’d much rather you not punish yourself at all because it won’t make you feel any better.” I know she’s right. But I’ve never known how to let myself off the hook that easily. I shake my head. “I deserve hell.” “You deserve to be happy,” Jane combats with so much conviction, and I hear my grandma’s soulful voice—be happy. It’s not a single step into happiness. Not for me. To let myself have that is five-hundred klicks away, and my trek only just began when I chose something happy in my life, for once. When I chose Jane.
