Nancy looked away, her eyes landing on the newspaper about Ma. A thought came to her then. Glancing back up to Scott she asked, her tone serious, "Are you sure you really want to win?"
"What?" He opened his eyes. "Of course I want to win."
"I'm not sure I believe you," Nancy admitted. "After Ma, you just seem…"
"Hardened? Disillusioned? I said it before, didn't I? You don't really think life gets better as you age, do you? Besides, you didn't know me then, you don't know me now, so what do you really know?"
"I know you're unhappy."