“I was always your Em,” she whispered. “No matter what I said or what I did or all the ways I let life win over the years . . . That night, I knew. I was in love with you.” The backs of my eyes stung, and I clenched my teeth. “You can leave, and I’ll survive. I always do,” she told me. “I just wanted you to know that.” And just like that again, I couldn’t remember why she was bad for me, and I just wanted her where she was supposed to be. With me.
