“Sometimes, I just feel like no one hears me.” “I get that,” he murmurs. “If it’s any consolation, I hear you.” I look away from the glass I’m holding in my lap to meet his eyes which are full of understanding. “You’ve had to be strong for people your entire life. Who’s strong for you?” A shiver moves through me and I rub my arm to try and warm my chilled skin. “Me? I guess.”
