“I thought I was making changes, making strides to be independent, but what if I’m not? What if I’m making the same mistakes all over again?” He jerks back, spine gone stiff against the carved wall. “You think you and I are a mistake?” I toss up my hands with exasperation, because the more I talk, the more frustrated I am. “No. But what if I am hopping from one king to another? I just got away from a one-sided relationship riddled with abuse. I’m finally free of all that, free to live, and I’ve never had that before. Ever.
