“Why did you always insist on that side, even when you knew that was the side I slept on in my room?” She’d texted me a few times when her parents would have these brutal screaming fights, and I’d sneak out of my house and in through her bedroom window. Because when Savannah needed me, I was always there. And vice versa. “Because if anyone ever came into your room, they’d have to go through me to get to you,” I said honestly. I’d lived with a man who was violent during my teenage years, so I assumed it was just my instincts wanting to keep her safe.
