“I’d give her up for you,” I tell her, staring at her relentlessly until she’s forced to meet my eyes again, if just for a second. “I’d give up everything for you.” Though I think I’m being completely serious about this, I’m not sure how much good it will do me if she knows that. So I smile at her, a big shit-eating grin, until she eventually returns the smile. Now she thinks I’m joking. I wish I was. But at least I’m safe. We’re safe.
