“I’m fine,” I bit out. “It’s all good.” When she didn’t respond, I gently tipped her chin upward, forcing her to look at me. “I love you.” “I used to think that was true,” she said, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. “But I’m beginning to think that you don’t know what love means.” “Molloy—” “Look at my face, Joe,” she told me, and I did. Fuck, I did. “This is what hurting the person who loves you most in the world looks like.” She sniffled, tears dripping down her face, mirroring mine. “Remember this moment,” she added quietly. “Remember what I looked like the day you broke my
