He looked at me like I was crazy. “You’re worth it, Abigail. I would throw my life away for you over and over again.” As if that was the last thing worth saying, he turned back to Ned, determination on his face. “But would you keep it?” I asked. It came out as a squeak, and I cleared my throat. His body language had changed, tight and coiled. “Would you keep your life?” I asked, voice louder. “Would you love yourself the way I do? Can you promise that?” I swallowed, taking a breath. “I’ll try… If you do.”
