Not with you, of all people. What the fuck is wrong with me?’ No no no no no. I can’t have this. Can’t have her beating herself up because I’ve broken her will. A sudden surge of self-loathing courses through me, as chilling as the flood of relief was warm just now, when she finally acknowledged her internal struggle. I step forward again and slide my hands under her long earrings and up her neck, finding and cupping her jaw. ‘No, sweetheart. Absolutely nothing is wrong with you, you hear me? You are fucking perfect.’
