“Like we could be doing anything in the world and it would still be as thrilling as skydiving.” I snort. “I will never go skydiving. Do you know how many people break their legs? I wouldn’t be able to play for months!” “I don’t want to go skydiving with you, Saylor. I want to be the person you rely on when you’re acting like you can do everything on your own.” His words remind me of my dad’s, and I push back the same way I did at the wedding. “I can do everything on my own,” I insist. “There’s a difference between wanting to and having to,” Beck replies sagely.
