“We’ll eat dinner, and then we’re going to have a Breaking Bad marathon,” I continue. “Thank you, Blake.” Her eyes well with tears as she stares at me. “I’ve just had a bad day, you know?” “I know.” I smile. “It’s okay, baby.” I pull her into a hug. “I’ve got you.” She stays in my arms for a beat longer than usual, and damn it, I fucking hate that guy for how hard he broke her. If I ever see him on a dark street, he may not survive.
