“Your turn. Love or pride?” “Love,” he answered without hesitation. Why did something inside her bloom like a rose over his answer? “Really?” Her voice was more uneven than a middle schooler’s. “You just told me that whole story about Honda Accords and your family valuing pride.” “I know.” He appeared thoughtful. “But love seems more important now.” Don’t ask why. “Why?” “Because I can tell you don’t believe in it. And I want you to.”
