“Sadie?” She spins back to me, the divot forming between her brows. “Yes?” “I don’t want you to keep me away, okay? I want to be part of your life.” “No,” she chokes out. “You don’t, Rhys. It’s messy and way too complicated.” “I don’t care.” “Rhys.” “Sadie, if you told me you were joining the Witness Protection Program, I’d ask, ‘Where are we going?’ and ‘Can I pull off a beard?’ ”
