“This makes no sense. None of it does. But maybe that’s the point. Maybe the things that make the least amount of sense are the things you’re supposed to do. I don’t know. – I look at him, looking back at me. – But one thing I know: I’m not crazy for feeling this way. They’re crazy for trying to stop me. And if it’s the last time I ever get to feel joy again, I won’t let them have it.”
