“You are all I’ve ever seen.” He lightly touches my cheek. “Trust me. And I wanted to tell you when we were younger, but I was too much of a pussy. Then stuff turned to crap after Mom left, and I was broken, too broken to drag you into my mess, but I never stopped loving you. Not once. I’ve loved you forever, Ange. It’s always been you. Only you.” He smooths my tears away with the pad of his thumb. “And I didn’t realize you felt the same way until it was too late.”
