“I’m pissed at you,” she admitted after a moment. “I didn’t know it was you,” I said, holding her. “Believe me when I say I would give my life for you, Vic.” It was more than that, but my devotion to her couldn’t be said in words. I wouldn’t just give my life for her. I would throw it away. Mold it into something—anything—she needed it to be.
