“Will you shut up already?” I snap. “She may change her mind and run away if you keep babbling on about how deranged I am.” Angelina’s hand cups my cheek and turns my head toward her. “What did I tell you? You will stop saying stuff like that. Okay?” She leans in and kisses me. “There’s nothing wrong with you, baby.” I squeeze her to me and bury my nose in her hair again, and for the first time in years, I feel like I might be okay.
