“You said I didn’t fight for you, but that’s so far from the truth.” I almost choke on a breath, my wrists linking behind his neck, trying to pull him back to me. He resists, keeping our eyes locked and stroking his knuckles along my cheek. “Corabelle… that was me fighting for you. That was me fighting for your healing, your joy, your smile, your laughter… your beautiful, broken spirit. I never stopped fighting for you and I never will.”
