Olivia squeezed my hand, her voice soft but firm. “I don’t know you well yet, but sometimes you just know. You can see a kindred spirit—that you’ve survived things most people couldn’t even imagine. Just like me. And just like me…you’re still here. That means something. And if you ever do decide you want kids, they won’t be ruined. They’ll be loved. Because you know what it’s like to hurt, and that means you’ll fight harder than anyone to protect them.”
