I was refilling her wine, my back to her, when her voice finally broke through the tension. “You don’t think I deserve to find love, Ryder? Do you think I’m not desirable enough that someone would want me?” Hurt wove into her words. My chest felt like it was going to cave when I moved back to her. She stood in front of the table, facing out. Lifting that quivering chin, so brave and fierce and sweet. The sight of her hit me like a landslide. Quicksand. No way to get out.
