Jude’s throat started working, opening and closing on words and feelings he couldn’t get out. “I’m scared,” he finally managed, tears rolling down his cheeks. How could he love her wholly, the way she deserved, if he was nothing but a jagged fragment of who he used to be? “I’m really fucking broken,” he admitted, the words ripped from his chest. “I’m not looking to fix you,” she said, staring straight into his eyes. “I’m here to love you.”
