“Now fix the drink and then tell me what happened.”
“Tell me what you fear and I will tell you what has happened to you.”
“Drink this," she says."What is it?" my throat feels swollen.I swallow hard. "What's going to happen?""Can't tell you that. Just trust me."I press air from my lungs and tip the contents of the vial into my mouth. My eyes close.”
“The worst is knowing I can't tell anybody what's happening -or what's happened- to me. Not even my mom.”
“To all my critics that never believe in me... Please tell me again what I can't do in my life? Now outta my way. I'm going to make it happen!”
“Sam…”“What?” she whispered.“Tell me what to do to fix it.”She shook her head and closed her eyes as though she couldn’t bear to see him. “You can’t fix it.”He had to. Failure here was not an option. “Let me try.”