“But I can’t stay here,” was all she could manage, her voice croaking out of her throat. “I didn’t ask you to,” Brooke spoke so quietly, her voice cracking with emotion at the end as she clenched her shaking hands into fists and then wrapped her arms tightly around herself again. Like if she didn’t have this, if she didn’t hold herself together, then she would crumble.
BRO IM CRUMBLING
