“Will you tell me about the accident?” “Yeah, baby, but not now,” I croaked. Sawyer ignored the crack in my voice and nodded. “Do you want to stay the night?” I blinked back the wetness I felt stinging my eyes while telling myself it had to be allergies because there was no way I was crying. Yet, there I was with tears burning my eyes. “Yeah, Sawyer, I want to spend the night.” She ignored that crack, too. I had a feeling that if I could get us to a good place, Sawyer would ignore all my cracks and she’d glue me back together.
