Words she’s heard whispered all her life but no one has dared say directly to her. Words she’s sure Wes has endured many times before as well. He appears at her shoulder. “I’m sorry.” “Why are you sorry?” “Because you don’t deserve to be treated this way.” “Neither do you.” Silent understanding passes between them. All her life, she’s wanted to be small, to be unseen. But people like Jaime have never allowed it and they never will. I’m so sick of it, Wes told her the other night. I’m sick of enduring it. Aren’t you?
