He looms over me, his chest heaving like a bull. “I know what you’re fighting, Dakota. I know what’s inside that head of yours. I know what you’re running from. But I’m not walking away.” My whole body’s vibrating, and his words just shake it even more. “Why?” “You had to be a fighter for a goddamn long time. You had no choice. Now, you have a choice. Let someone take care of you.”
