“This doesn’t chan—” He snaps his head around, his gaze crashing into mine so fast, I rear back. And in a guttural voice, he says, “It changes everything.”
My fingers dig into his arm, and I open my mouth to refute it… Only nothing comes out. He nods, a knowing sheen overtaking his already too-bright eyes. “It’s okay,” he says near-soundlessly. My gaze drops to his mouth when he repeats it, tracing the shape of each syllable, trying to make it make sense. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.
