“Why not, Sunshine?” “Because every time you do, every time we have an actual conversation, you make me question things, and I’m tired of questioning things.” I shake my head and run my fingers through my wet, stringy hair, tugging on the roots while praying for the strength to get through this conversation. “I’m not a quitter, Colt. I’m not like you and hockey. I’m not going to simply give up on something.”
