I’d always thought that falling for Sage was the worst mistake of my life. That she would make me weak. That she would snuff the flame that had always burned so hot inside of me. But she is oxygen, constantly fueling me, for better or for worse. She built me higher, made me burn hotter, gave me strength. I’d been through hell—we had gone through hell—but I was appreciative of that. Because I’d never been able to recognize her grace, had never known what sin was.
