I’m giving you permission, Emmett. Take it! Find someone like that girl, confident and strong and not … fucking … broken!” I sob harder, trying like hell to free myself. “Why are you here, Emmett? Why are you still here when you could be anywhere else?” “Because you’re here!” he shouts, hauling me against his heaving chest, forehead pressed to mine as he breathes. His fingers flex around my wrists, squeezing and releasing, like he’s fighting for self-control. “Because you’re here,” he repeats, barely a breath this time, his hands moving to my face, cradling it gently. “You’re here, Cara, and
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