She looked back at me, the smile still on her face, and she shook her head. “I was right.” “Right about what?” “You’re scared.” She stopped laughing and swiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. “You love me and it scares you to death. Not because you’re worried that you’ll leave me. But because you’re terrified I’ll leave you, just like everyone else has always done.” “That’s not—I’m doing this for you.” She rolled her eyes and guffawed.
