“A huge risk,” she agreed, then looked past me, out the window, to the water. “But at the time… it felt so worth it.” I raised an eyebrow. “At the time. So… what… are you saying you don’t think it was worth it anymore?” “You tell me, Denver.” Her eyes connected with mine, glossy and distressed for reasons I didn’t understand. “Do you still feel like it was a good risk? Like I was worth it?” “I’ve never thought otherwise. Not even for a second.”
