“I need to talk to him.” “I think you already know what he’ll say.” I sighed, because I did. “He’ll tell me to do it. He’ll tell me I’ve worked this hard, and he’ll be damned if I don’t go for it.” “So what is it you really want him to tell you?” I felt the side of my cheek tip up into a half grin, but I couldn’t look at her. “I want him to tell me to stay.”