The fierce protectiveness in his voice took me back to a hundred different moments: Blake stepping between me and anyone who dared to hurt me, Blake showing up at my door after every breakup with ice cream and terrible movies, Blake’s fists clenching whenever someone made me cry. That same protective fire still burned in his eyes, only now it wasn’t aimed at high school bullies or boyfriends; it was aimed at every doctor who’d failed to fight for me.
