“You’d manage just fine. And before you can argue, may I point out all the businesses you’ve opened without me? You built a market from your parents’ old house, a bakeshop from another old house, a cannery from an abandoned cider mill, and an ice cream stand from god only knows what. And you spiced it all up with some goats and yoga. Don’t pretend that you need me for this.” “Just because I can plow through by myself doesn’t mean I want to,” I said. “Fuck, Shay. Let me need you, okay?” A quiet minute passed before she whispered, “Okay.”
