You’re cooking?”“I think the right word here would be ‘trying’,” Tate mumbled… “Would this have anything to do with whoever that is barfing up a lung in the bathroom upstairs?

I love you”, he whispered. “You’ll have the words every day for the rest of our lives.

So what if my life isn’t turning out exactly the way I’d planned? It’s not ruined, it’ll just be different.

You don’t have to be scared anymore, Abby. We’ll figure something out, I promise. We’re in this together.