“When life became hell, Becca was my angel. She still is.” He swallowed and I watched his throat bob. The light flickered and I made a mental note to check the bulb after he left. “I’m always terrified I’m going to fuck it all up, you know? I’m not stable. I’m not the person she thinks I am. I’m just…fuck. I’m forty-two and I still feel like the same scared kid I was just out of culinary school trying to figure out how the fuck to survive. I feel like I’m flying blind all the time. I try, but…how can I know what I’m doing is right?” “Baxter.” I interrupted him, reaching out again, my fingers
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