I don’t know what I had expected him to say or what explanations he would have for the past. But West had none. More than that, he didn’t even have regrets. I don’t know what that makes me. His words whispered back to life in my mind as I touched his face and his arms tightened around me. But I didn’t feel afraid of him the way I thought I would. I felt safe. I didn’t know if I could love someone like my father, but I did. With a love that was deep and pleading. With a love that was terrifying. And I didn’t know what that made me.
