I grab her face in both hands, her skin so soft and delicate and beautiful. In need of my protection. “This is my fault. I should’ve kept our home more secure. I should’ve installed a hundred cameras and locks when I knew I was bringing you here. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to protect you. That will never happen again. I will never leave your side if it means I can keep you safe.” She scoffs, even though the tiny smile tells me my words bring her comfort. “You can’t be by my side twenty-four-seven.” “Watch me.”
