“I do.”
Jesus. She was holding firm. She believed that.
“Well, I hope it’s true, but it’s a stupid hope.”
“People can change,” Hailey said.
I leaned back into the couch. What would it be like if Corey changed? What would it be like if only his good side came out and his bad side was pretty well-tempered?
It would make for an interesting dynamic, that was for sure. It might even be fruitful. After all, we really did have a good connection when things were good. As much as I wanted to say otherwise, it just wouldn’t be true.
But God…
The prospect of that being the case…
“That’s not something I’d like to worry about.”
“Worry about?”
I shook my head.
“Pizza will be here soon, right? Can we table the serious talk for tomorrow?”
As if on cue, a knock came at the door. Hailey returned with a pepperoni pizza, and we dug in before turning on some Netflix. It was a good distraction, at least for a spell.
But I knew I hadn’t come all the way to Phoenix just to watch Netflix with Hailey. We’d have to return to these truths again at some point.
And the question still remained if these were going to be painful truths or somehow beautiful truths.
It was scarier to contemplate them being the latter.
