let you believe that for now.” He leaned in closer, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “But that denial will keep biting you in the ass if you don’t do something about it.” He made it sound easy. Like the fight within me was something that could be easily tossed aside. But he didn’t know the half of it. He didn’t understand the number of years she’d made me suffer. “It’s not too late,” he added beneath his breath, seeming to sense the battle going on in my head. It’s not too late.
