Maybe it would start to make up for the time I’d missed. For how I’d pushed them away. But I couldn’t ignore what else it would mean. Leaving Tilikum. Leaving my family. Leaving Grace. I took a drink, the hint of bitterness sitting on my tongue. I wanted her so badly, I ached with it. And there was a voice in my head trying to tell me that I didn’t just want her, I needed her. That she was good for me.
