The list just keeps getting longer. I see how hard you work for them. I see how they pull at you, how they need you.” I step in closer, daring him to look away. “But I am not on that fucking list. Do you hear me? Six years ago, yes, you pulled me away from that speeding truck. But that’s the only time you get to save me. Because you’re on my list now. You’re mine, Henrik. And I’ll be damned if I let anyone, my own mother included, make you think you’re not worth saving—”
