"Hey." Whitney nudged my foot with hers. "Did you hear me?"
"No. Sorry. What did you say?"
"I know you're worried about what Ivy's deal means for Trent, but. . . it's his life, Chloe. Doesn't he get to decide if he's willing to risk it? I mean, he has always let you decide what you want. Shouldn't you do the same for him?"
I'd had that same thought. I dropped my feet to the floor, stood, and wandered toward the window. Pulling the curtain aside, I stared outside. The sun had already begun to set, and the forest beyond was shrouded in near darkness.
Whitney was right. Trent had always let me decide what I wanted. He'd never really pressured me or forced me to do anything I didn't want to do. How could I not allow him to do the same? It was his life - he could do whatever he wanted with it.