“It’s going to sound ridiculous.” “I don’t think it will.” Lily was quiet for a moment. “There’s an auto shop my neighbor owns,” she said. “I worked there in the summers. And it’s been in his family for three generations, and when I was in high school, I would sometimes see his children and grandchildren there, and I would think that this was it, you know? This was home, for all of them. And I’m not sure where I want to be, but I know I want something like that. I’m not like you or Irene. I don’t need to change the world. I just—I want to live, and to know that it’s enough.”
