“Why you have to go. Because I don’t deserve to have you here. Not after what I did. And I’ve got nothing to give you.” Wrong again. He had love to give. It might not show on the surface, but it was there, peeking out when he looked at his brother. Or hugged his mom. Or played with his nephews. Isaiah was shoving me out the door because he was terrified of the connection between us. “I’m not leaving. I made that decision months ago and I’m not changing my mind now.”
