"I know that," Brooke said. She wouldn't to argue about him not trading his life for anything, but she couldn't help but remember that he would. He would trade it for his brother's, and he already had.

And she wanted to ask him what that had to do with her. He wanted a pretty girl and a family. She was pretty, she had a family. That didn't mean it had to be her.

"What do you want?"