“I am broken,” she strangled out, looking devastated. “I’m not good, Hugh. I’m not the girl you think I am, and one of these days, you’ll figure that out and leave.” “I won’t,” I shot back insistently, feeling fucking crippled that she had so little faith in my ability to stay with her. “I won’t leave you, Liz.” “Caoimhe left,” she whispered, eyelids fluttering shut to conceal her pain from me. “You’ll leave, too.”
