“I hate you,” she whispered to him. “I hate that you hurt me.” “I know.” He reached out, wiping a tear from her cheek. “I don’t want to sleep next to Callan.” “I know. You do not have to,” he said quietly, his hand still cupping her cheek. “I hate that I want you to sleep next to me.” “I know. It is okay. It is all going to be okay. You are going to be okay,” he answered.
