But ever since the survival instinct left me, and I found myself safe with a man everyone fears, the tears flooded my soul, and pain invaded every inch of my heart. I can’t stop it. It’s like waves and waves of memories hit at the worst moments. Moments when I should be showing Maverick that I’m grateful, and I appreciate him leaving a clean towel on the bathroom sink when he finishes showering. It’s like he’s the most hateful, considerate host ever. I don’t want him to think I’m a mess of a person. I might be a mess now, but I haven’t always been. “So he’s being good to you? You’re okay, I
