Her fingers tightened around her phone as her voice dropped lower. "I'm not desperate to have it," she said quietly. "But this is something I really want, Jerry. Something I've fought so hard to even get close to. And yet… if it's not possible if I can't make it happen then what's the point in even thinking about it or being happy about it? It feels like a dream that's already slipping away."
Jerry remained silent for a beat, his calm gaze fixed on her. Then he tilted his head slightly, his voice measured but firm. "How is it not possible?" he asked, his tone carrying both curiosity and challenge. "What makes you so sure you can't make it happen?"
At that moment, Abigail found herself staring at Jerry, her thoughts spiraling. His face carried that same confident calm not a trace of worry, not even the slightest flicker of doubt. And that was what unsettled her the most. How could he be so composed when everything she was saying screamed impossibility?
