“Why an anchor?” I’m whispering and have no idea why. “Because when you’re adrift, when you can’t find your way to shore, I want to be the one who steadies you.” My heart seizes in my chest. “You got this for me?” I ask, dumbfounded. His smile is hopeful. “I don’t understand,” I say. “This is permanent, Roman. You didn’t have—” He cuts me off. “I did, Allie. I need you to see how important you are to me. How much you matter and how incredibly sorry I am. I just… I want a second chance. To do everything the right way. To treat you like you deserve to be treated.”
