it. Tell me you’re worth it.” A sob breaks through, and I use my bound hands to cover my face. Emerson pulls them away and puts his lips against mine. “Why can’t you just say it, Charlotte? Why can’t you just admit how wonderful you are?” “Because I’m not,” I sob. “I just mess everything up. I don’t deserve you. You think I’m so great now, but you’ll realize eventually that I’m not good enough, and you’ll leave me. Like everyone does.”