I step forward, crowding her just slightly toward the door. “Be mad. Yell at me if you want, but it’s not going to stop me from caring, and it’s not going to stop me from trying to help you, no matter how many times you push me away.” “I—” She lets out another shuddering breath, and I wonder if she’s ever felt as helpless with my demons as I do facing hers now, worried that any moment is going to devolve into panic.
