“What do you think Izzy would say? What would she want you to do?” A lump forms in my throat, and I look down at my fingers. “She’d roll her eyes at us. Kick our asses maybe.” I smile, eyes burning. “She’d record us and send it out without our consent, because she believes in us and knows we can’t do anything without a shove from her.” I chuckle wetly. “Even if she can’t be a part of it.” “Maybe knowing that is just the shove you need,” he whispers.
