Even that, I supposed, had been a lie – I hadn’t wanted him to trust people, I’d wanted him to trust me, only me. I wanted to be the one who could shatter his outside and get to the good parts, wanted to be the saint who made him see it wasn’t all women who were sluts and liars; or maybe to make him see that it was all of them, except for me, only me, and I was the only one he needed.
