“I know what it’s like.” I shrug. “I know what it’s like to have everything go wrong and to feel like nothing will get better. Like every bad thing they said about you is right, and you should just accept it.” Her hand goes to her chest, and, fuck, here we go again. “Ash,” she says my name calmly like I’m a wild animal backed into a corner and may try to attack or flee at any moment.
