“I do not fault you for fearing the kind of treatment the world has already proven itself capable of. I only suggest that you are above their insipid opinions.” Laughter sharpens her exhale and she leans back to look at him fully. “You always know what to say.” “Only because I know your heart as well as my own,” he murmurs, a promise and a prayer. “I see your scars. I know where you hurt.”
