Early on, during one of those looks that passed between us, Brody had decided he wanted to live, that he didn’t want to die anymore. When, how, where, I might never know. But something had happened that made him choose us, and living, and if he’d found that reason in any part of me, then he was welcome to excavate my soul for as long as he needed, in case he found another answer buried within me for him alone.
just rip my heart out why don’t you
