“That night in Mexico, when shit blew up in my face, you said to me, ‘He doesn’t get to do this to you.’ I heard you. Hear me, Hero. She does not get to do this to you.” I stare at my friend, my face softening. “I invited it, Lolli Bear. It’s just as much my fault.” “Why?” “Because I love her. Always have and always will. Can’t shake her. As long as she comes back, I’ll be here.” “You deserve better.” Her nose turns red as she fights tears.
