“I love her, Em,” I say quietly. It feels unreal to say the words out loud to Emery, but fuck, it’s a weight off my chest. Because even if Holland decides to never pick up the phone for me again, I’ll always love her. She sits up straight and looks at me with wide eyes. “You love Holland?” I nod. “Fuck, I’m scared. I’m scared I’ll fuck this up and do something that hurts her. I’d rather jump in front of a moving truck than ever hurt her. Not like being with another woman because she’s it for me. But, not giving her everything that I can. What if I end up like Dad?”
