“And he meant it, Bonn. I saw it on his face.” He stared at me, and I couldn’t read his expression. “He loves you.” It was the second time he’d uttered those words, and my heart still gave the same response. Miraculously, it raced. “I always worried about you, sis. You never had a social life. Never had a boyfriend. Christ, I didn’t even think you’d ever been kissed. Too busy fighting to stay alive.” I blushed. “But I’m glad you’ve found him now.” He held my hand, and he held on tight. “When it’s hardest. He’ll help you get through it.”
