“I thought you were dead. Then, when I saw you in that newspaper clipping, I thought that you just didn’t love me like I love you. Because how could anyone leave someone they love without so much as a note? An explanation?” he says, his voice quiet. “I love you, Grayson. I’ve always loved you. I never stopped loving you,” I tell him. When he doesn’t reply, I look up at him. “Say something. Yell at me, anything, just say something.” “I’m going to fix this. I won’t let anything happen to you or Graycee.” “I can’t let anything happen to you either.”
