“That isn’t going to change anything at all.” His gaze shifted from somewhere off in the distance to my face. “It wasn’t your fault. What kind of person would I be to leave because of something so…so…” He lifted a hand to exemplify his loss of words. “…Stupid. Something like that would never change how I feel about you, because that’s something that happened to you. It’s not who you are. I love you, Brooke. I’ll always love you.”
