“Oh my god.” My breath hitched in my throat. “Why, Joe, why?” “Why do you think?” he whispered brokenly, still obediently keeping eye contact with me as I held his chin in my hand. “I broke you.” “No, Joe, you didn’t break me.” I shook my head and blinked back the tears stinging my eyes. “You broke you.” “It’s my fault.” He looked away then, pulling his face free. “What happened to you is on me.”
