“And?” “Maybe—” Her eyes go shiny. “Maybe I’m a little less stuck here. A little less stuck, period. I can decide what I want to do next.” She tosses a shoulder. “It could be anything.” And that scares me shitless, but also, I want that for her. I want her to have the whole world, not whatever slice that got doled out to her. I want her to choose me when she could choose anything.
