“Magnolia.” He shakes his head. “I’m not telling you to change your mind. I couldn’t, anyway. You two are—” he pauses, looking for the word—“bound.” He says that like it’s a hopeless thing. But he’s right. We are. “I can’t undo that—I’m not trying.” He shrugs. “I’m just telling you, so someone has—he’s going to hurt you again, and I don’t know that I’ll be here when he does.”
