“Today was your second-best day.” “Well . . . yeah. What’s wrong with that?” He shook his head. “It was just a normal day, honey.” “Maybe for you.” I lifted a shoulder. “My normal days aren’t like this.” “That’s . . .” Knox paced at the foot of the bed, stepping over the shirt he hadn’t put on. “That’s not right. And fuck, it hurts. It hurts me for you.”
