“I won’t run,” I remind him. “I know,” he murmurs against the back of my head. “I just need to make sure you hear me. I’m sorry I freaked out.” His fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt, holding me even tighter around my waist. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you and said all those awful things. It took me back to a place when I felt helpless, and I thought it meant I would lose you.”
