22 PENELOPETonight, Wolfie Cox is all fire, no ice.
"What changed?" My question is soft, barely above a whisper. I don't want to question Wolfie, but I do want to understand him.
He gives me a soft look. "I realized there were two paths in life."
"Two?"
He nods. "My path or theirs."
"Theirs?"
He jerks his chin toward the windows. "Theirs. The world's."
"I see. And what have you decided?"
He pauses momentarily, eyes still trained on the windows. My heart rate increases as I wait, wondering what he'll say next, what he's chosen and trying to figure out why it means the world to me. But it does. I want so much for Wolfie to be free from whatever baggage is holding him back from living his life to the fullest.
"I've decided that it's my life, and it's the only one I've got. And that j
