“Freddie. I need a partner who includes me in their thought processes and trusts me enough for it to be real. I need someone to choose trusting me.” My voice broke on the last word, the utter weight of the truth causing my heart to crack. He plopped onto the stairs, holding his head in his hands and pulling his hair. “I messed up. I really did, just… how can I fix it? How can I make this better? I love you, Cami.”
