Bennett winces, helping Rhys along as we walk out the back door. “Calm down, bud.” “Sade doesn’t think I’m a golden boy, Ben.” Rhys smiles, but it’s all wrong. “I don’t have to pretend now that she’s here. She knows I’m broken.” He lets out a huffed laugh. “Rhys… you’re not broken.” Bennett sounds as distraught as I feel behind the hard mental wall of steel I have raised in a last-ditch effort to protect myself. “I am, Ben. And she’s the only one who sees it.”
