“That was so shit of me. I’m sorry. I just needed to think.” “About what?” she asked defiantly, and I loved her for it. I deserved it. The balloons bobbed up on the ceiling. I gave her a casual shrug. “About what our life would look like.” “And what would it look like?” she asked, nose in the air. I looked for her eyes, found them pretty easily. “It’ll look like whatever you want it to, Parks.”
