To dare is to lose one's footing momentarily. Not to dare is to lose oneself.’” “The other one, Daddy,” Ziggy say quietly. He kisses her forehead. “‘The most common form of despair is not being who you are.’” Ziggy smiles. “That’s my favorite.” “And my favorite,” Dr. B says, as he shifts Ziggy on his lap, “is—” A new voice breaks in. I glance over my shoulder to see Ren smiling down at me, hands in his pockets. “‘To cheat oneself out of love,’” he says, “‘is the most terrible deception; it is an eternal loss for which there is no reparation.’”
