I grit my teeth. “He hurt her.” “And this wouldn’t be helping her.” “She’s right,” Bex says. “You can’t risk it.” I take a deep breath. Now that the immediate wave of emotion is receding, I feel a little calmer. “You’re right.” I can’t believe how close I came to sending myself right over the edge again. The second I decided Bex was mine—even if it’s just for show—I was ready to throw it all away for her. This is exactly what Coach Gomez warned me against.
