That he was here, with me—that he’d tried to protect me—meant a lot to me. I started sobbing again and threw my arms over his muscled shoulders. He didn’t pull away. Instead, Greyson whined and jabbed his wet nose in my ear, then scooted closer, curling protectively around me. I rested my head on his chest and cried—for everything I had lost, for all the heartbreak I’d caused myself and those around me, for the unfairness of everything.
❤️❤️❤️❤️
