“Don’t you see it? Don’t you see how fucking beautiful you are? Absolutely perfect, the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. All of this, fucking perfect.” The words catch at the small tear in my heart, one of thousands, catching it like a tiny threaded needle, adding a single stitch to the tear. Not enough to repair it —no, that’s my job. Only I can do the repairs, but a single stitch, a splint to keep it safe while I do the work.
