“You don’t know anything about me or my situation, Callahan. You don’t know what I’ve survived. What I’ll do to keep surviving.” “Then tell me.” I step closer to her, drawn by some force I can’t resist. “Let me help you.” For a moment, something vulnerable crosses her face, a yearning that mirrors my own. I saw that same yearning in her eyes last night, when she let herself give in to me.
