““Jemma,” he interceded. “This is what you were born to do. This is your Calling.” “My Calling?” I repeated incredulously. “The hell it is.” A calling implies I have a choice, doesn’t it? That I could answer the call, or not. That I have a choice in whether or not I accept this as my destiny? Well, I don’t. I don’t want anything to do with it. And I don’t accept the call. Matter of fact, this line is no longer in service. ””
