I could stake a claim. I had that much within my power. I’d have to tell him everything, I knew that. It was the only way to be fair. I’d have to explain it right, so that he’d know I wasn’t settling, that he was much too good for me. He already knew I was broken, that part wouldn’t surprise him, but he’d need to know the extent of it. I’d even have to admit that I was crazy—explain about the voices I heard. He’d need to know everything before he made a decision. But, even as I recognized that necessity, I knew he would take me in spite of it all. He wouldn’t even pause to think it through. I
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