“Aoife. I was trying to protect you.” “Well, it didn’t work,” I heard myself cry, body growing limp as the adrenaline that had been coursing through me quickly dissipated. “Because I’m not okay.” He flinched. “I know.” “I’m not okay,” I repeated, needing him to hear me, to see me, to fucking help me. “You asked me earlier if I was okay, and I’m telling you that I’m not okay.”
