“You’re the one who is angry.” He stared at me, looking too hard, too deep, too long. My heart, the jaded and cracked thing it was, fluttered with hope. A part of me already knew he saw the reality of me, but it was finally sinking in that his feelings were unwavering and true. “It was not anger that I felt. It was fear.” “Fear?” “Yes, fear because when I learned of where you were and what was happening, I realized there is no limit to what I am willing to do for you.
