"Listen, I want you to know something,” he said quietly, clenching my hip with his hand. “I want you to know that you’ve been the best part of my day every day since I was twelve years old." “Don’t Joe.” Voice breaking, my heart hammered violently, as tears spilled down my cheeks. “I don’t want to hear this.” Not when I knew where it would lead. "It’s true." Tipping my chin up with his free hand, he forced me to look at him. "My life has been a shitstorm from day dot, Molloy, and the whole goddamn town knows it. I've never had calm. But you?” His tear-filled eyes implored me to hear him. “You
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