Those white teeth captured the corner of her lip again, abusing it. “I might be beyond fixing,” she whispered, defeated. “Listen to me,” I told her gently, dipping my head to capture her gaze and holding her captive. “You’re not broken. You might be bruised, but you’re strong. A survivor. A fighter.” Her eyes glistened. “I don’t feel like one right now.” “Trust me.” My grip tightened on her enough to make sure she really heard me. “From one survivor to another, you’re stronger than you know. You fought back and got yourself out of a shitty situation. That takes guts.”
