Chapter 59

I laugh. “Sure you are 

“Zara.” His hand settles against my waist. “I’m serious. You’re amazing. 

Clay 

The excitement growing inside me feels almost ridiculous now that I’ve finally spoken it aloud, but it won’t stop growing, and suddenly I can’t stop talking. Because now that I’ve said it aloud, I can see it all: 

The garage. The clubhouse. Dad’s office. Helping Locke with Knox’s bullshit. Working on the bikes when 

I’m not. 

Being useful, being busy. Being close to my family, close to Locke. Close to the life I’m building instead of the one I lost. Every possibility open to me. Every imagined future close enough to grasp.