“Do you even love me, Josh?” My chest heaves with that loaded question, and I press my lips together, hating that she’s putting me on the spot right now and hating that I can’t give her the answer I’m sure she wants. My voice is thick when I reply. “I care about you, Lynsey. You’re honestly my closest friend. But I’m not capable of love. My brain just doesn’t work like that anymore.” She bites her lip and closes her eyes as two tears fall down her cheeks. “Sounds like a great reason for me to say yes.” I tilt my head. “I thought this would make you happy.”
