“I'm going insane. That's the only explanation for any of this. I'm going insane and the men in white coats will be showing up at any moment to tell me this has all been a psychotic delusion. They'll take me away and lock me up, and I'll be free to drool in the corner of my padded cell for the rest of my life without a care in the world. "
"But then you'd never see me again," Caleb reminded her with a wink.
"Really? Can I get that in writing?”
―
Mari Mancusi,
Scorched
