“Life. What’s the point of this anguish? The laughter and the hurt. What’s the point of me?” I know I’m hysterical. I sound like a crazy girl, but I can’t help it. I’m doubting my self-worth in the worst possible way, and I can’t find my way out of the rabbit hole I’ve sunken into. “The point…” he says slowly, “is, it’s time for me to protect you. To become the safety net you deserve.” His words hold nothing but promise and truth. “The point…is you’re mine now, bird, and nothing will stop me from keeping you.” I hold my breath. “Including your stubbornness.”
