I let out an ugly laugh, yanked from the center of my chest. “I can’t even stand,” I spit out, but my tone isn’t directed at him or Judd, it’s directed at me. “Because I keep losing my balance. Because I let him … I let him …” My words choke off. Strangled, like a fist around my throat. I let him. For ten Divine-damned years, I let him.
