“Nobody knows a man better than the woman with him. That’s me, Mrs. Black. And I do mean nobody,” I snap, eyes drilling into hers. “Not you, not his father, not his siblings or relatives. Me and my unit. What you see is exactly what he wants you to see, a facade. But me? I see the raw, unfiltered version of him. Broken but healing. Loving but sometimes hateful. Unstable but functioning. Crazy but caring. Controlling but protective. Every pained battle he has faced stems from you, every inch of his healing begins with me.”
