“You’re not broken. You’re incredible. You’ve come such a long way since I met you, even if you’re still afraid. Even if you have doubts. When I look at you, I don’t see someone broken. I see someone hurting—someone healing. It’ll take time, but that doesn’t matter to me.” Wes tentatively closes the gap between them, until the barrel of her gun is nestled against his chest, right above his heart. “I love you. Please, let me.”
