“Who says it's about me?" I kept my face hidden from Sydney, who was trying to get a rise out of me. She's been going on and on since she got here about Ryder's latest hit and how it was all about me. “I'm telling you, that's all anyone can talk about. It's so damn obvious." And she sounded so pleased at that prospect.
“Don't you want to at least hear it?" This was a change from her usual refrain. She'd have cut her arm off just a few weeks ago before letting anything having to do with Ryder near me. Now here she was, trying to talk me into it. “You know you want to. I know you've never gotten over him, and that's something I've had to accept."
“I wasn't going to say anything, but after watching your documentary, I'm ready to admit that you're strong enough to make your own decisions. I
