Chapter 247

• CLOE POV
• “A loser?” I laughed, because it seemed so ridiculous. “You’re not a loser, Max. You wouldn’t even know how to be a loser. Look at you.”
• “Not anymore,” he said. “Your father saw something in me when nobody else would cast me a second glance. He took a risk on a kid with nothing but a big old chip on his shoulder, and he was patient, and kind, and he persisted and tried, and put the effort in until I became something more.”