“You’re not wrong. She’s all of those things. But she’s also . . .” My eyes slip back to her. She looks fucking terrified. “Brought me back to life. Can’t imagine my days without her.” It’s not a lie. In fact, every word is true. I don’t only spend four nights a week sitting here like a loyal guard dog because I hate the idea of her working alone. I’m not quite that noble. But I can’t bring myself to hold her gaze after I’ve said it.
