So if Piper decided to run, that would be just fine with me. I’d been preparing my whole life to keep up. I’d chase her to the ends of the continent if she’d let me. If she boarded a ship and took up with a crew on a mission to find whatever lay at the edge of the horizon, at the border of the sea, I’d leave my life behind and topple over the edge of the world, holding her hand as we tumbled into the abyss. If she’d have me. If she ran. But I hoped she wouldn’t.
