“Thanks. Let’s get ready to go.” “Wait.” She raised a hand. “Corin…this goes beyond Father. You’re clearly hurting. You’ve been hiding it well enough that I didn’t really notice, but if you need to talk….” “I don’t need to talk.” I said a little too fast to be convincing. “What I need is to get moving. To get that token. To help you, to help Tristan. The only way to lower my burden is to succeed.” “Corin…that’s not a healthy way to live.” I gave her a sad smile. “What other choice do I have?”
