“Every night, for the rest of the time we’re here, this is how it’s going to be. Maybe because it makes sense or because I feel guilty, I don’t know. Whatever it is, the most important reason is I’m a selfish bastard, and when I want something, I take it.” My throat works at the knot residing in it before I let out a shaky exhale. “And what I want? More than anything? Is to finally have something to hold onto to make it through the night.”
