“I still love him," I whisper. "I screwed everything up. And I love him. And I'm worried that even if I can get him to forgive me, I'm still not good enough for him."
"You're good enough," Chantal, says.
"But I'm a mess. And he's a doctor."
"You're good enough," she says again.
"What if he doesn't think so?"
"Then you come home, P. And I'll tell you why he's wrong.”
―
Carley Fortune,
Every Summer After