“Are you nervous?” Asher asks me. “Definitely.” “Are you going to chicken out?” It's a loaded question, but as Saige's gaze meets mine and she smiles, the answer has never been more clear. I need her, and not in the way you need the newest iPhone or a car to get to work. I need her in the same way I need oxygen to breathe. If this doesn't go my way, I don't know that I'll ever be the same. “Absolutely not.”
