“Look at me.” Ana takes my face in her hands and lifts my head, forcing me to meet her eyes. “She has loved you her entire life, Jacob. I saw it. Mom saw it. The only person who didn’t see it was you. She loved you when you were a snot-nosed kid with a giant chip on his shoulder. When you were a cocky womanizer in high school. She didn’t even stop loving you when you played pranks on her that would have had most girls running—this one included. And you think she’d stop now because it’s inconvenient?” Well shit, when she says it like that…
