“It’s all going to be okay,” I say as I face him, my hands sliding down his arms. “Is it?” “Yes.” It’s rare that I’m the optimistic one, but if Will is down, then someone needs to take the role. “How can you know that?” His voice is soft. I’ve never seen him so desperate before. It does something weird to my chest. “I can’t.” My hands grip his forearms harder. “But if I want to keep going, I have to believe that after all the shit we’ve been dealt, our future will be okay.”
