“If you were more open to change, then maybe it wouldn’t be so hard for you.” He started to say more but knew enough that he stood on unsafe ground.
“You’re trying to incite me, and I’m not going to fall into your trap.” I didn’t look over at him but focused on the idyllic scene ahead.
“There’s no trap. It’s all pretty simple. Just let yourself off the hook and accept that you’re angry. Say it, own up to it, and then let it go.” Jeremiah’s smugness hung all over his words.
“Maybe I don’t want to let it all go. Maybe the anger and frustration is all I have left, and I want to remember even the tiniest hope of what having lost my magic really means to me. If I were to let it all go, I’d have to move on, and I’m not ready for that yet. I’m just not. Can you understand that?” I faced him an
