With his hand on my jaw, he brushes away a tear I didn’t know had escaped. Then, he covers his mouth with mine, and I let him in, because there is no other option for me. “Don’t let the voices win,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to mine. “They don’t know you the way I do. They don’t know your fight. My loud girl doesn’t let anyone else dictate the rules. Me and you, Care? We build our own rules.”
