“That’s good, because I do,” she throws back. “You don’t deserve my brother.” Now that hits me right in the chest because I agree with her. It’s like having my worst fear spoken into existence and validated. And no matter how much I try to keep the tears down, they come anyway. “You’re right.” My shoulders sag. “I don’t. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love him with every goddamn thing I have anyway. I don’t expect you to believe that, but it’s true. He’s it for me.”
