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Only Moffy could

“Free-soloing is different than the ultra,” I told hi happens—but it won’t I’ear first Over and over” I’d never free-solo without practicing with safety equipment

He kept shaking his head “No You’re not doing it End of the fucking story”

“You can’t force -one”

He went pale “You’re still my kid”

“And you know me better than anyone,” I said “You know that when so”

He ran a hand through his hair and then dropped it to his side “You step foot in Nevada, California, Montana”—he listed the states off his fingers—“Wyo to collect your ass”

That left the smaller rock faces Easier cli Ones I could do in a few hours

I frowned deeper “You’ve always believed inunderstand”

His face shattered for a second “I still believe in you But Sulli…you drive his fucking Jeep” He pointed at the door “You have his fucking name”

I waited for him to add another fact that we both knew The one that would send a blade through my heart My birth almost killed my mom And even before that, my conception was harder than hell It took a lot for me to make it into the world, so I don’t hold my life in my hands with carelessness I understand the toll it took to bring les ain after hter, but she was carried to term by our Aunt Rose

I waited for those words from my dad Sulli, your birth almost killed your mom

But they never ca in the air, and I realized that no ry my dad was, he’d never hurt me that bad

I breathed in harshly “So if I were Winona, you’d be okay with this?”

He didn’t say anything

It was a resounding yes

If my name weren’t Sullivan

If he didn’t give me Adam Sully’s Jeep

If I hadn’t been so wrapped inside his best friend’s death, then

Instead, it’s seven in the reen Jeep, the one I treat like my baby