An involuntary groan leaves my lips, and Mallory’s head snaps up. “You good?” She asks softly, more gentle than I expected. For the first time in a long time, she looks like the girl I fell in love with in college. The one who saw me as a safe place and not the source of some of her greatest pain. “Yeah.” My throat aches with things I can’t say, and I swallow against the pain. “Are you?”
