Marlowe
I spent the following two days doing exactly what I'd told Nova I needed to do — actually sitting with the fear instead of deflecting around it, working through old feelings with the same careful, deliberate attention I usually reserved for a stubborn engine problem.
I thought about my father's letter, about his own admitted terror proposing to my mother, about the fact that fear and good decisions had apparently coexisted for him too, without one canceling out the other. I thought about Preacher's hard-won honesty regarding Sable — the choice to stay present despite ongoing uncertainty, rather than waiting for some impossible guarantee of safety first. I thought about Grant, terrified of showing someone new the person he'd become, choosing to risk it anyway rather than let fear
