“I think I’m just exhausted.” “Don’t,” he warns. “Don’t what?” “Don’t pull away from me or tell me this is just exhaustion. I saw you when I pulled up, and it’s not about being tired. I saw your face as you talked about someone hurting Olivia. I know there’s something hurting you and can see it play across your face when you don’t think anyone is watching.” He shifts closer, and his hand moves to my cheek, rubbing away the trail of tears. “I see everything, even when I wish I didn’t. So, don’t lie to me.” My throat is tight as I look at him. “You see me?” “Everywhere I look.”