She c***s her head to the side. “The part about it not mattering. I know you’re going to do right by her, Daniil. I was convinced of that from the first moment I saw the two of you together. But you said it yourself: you’re broken.”
I shake my head and sit up. “Still repeating old mistakes, I see. You couldn’t fix your parents. You couldn’t fix Tom. What makes you think you can fix me?”
She cringes back, drawing her knees up to her chest. “That was—those things were different.”
“I’d love to hear how,” I drawl.
“Tom and I didn’t—you know what? It doesn’t matter. Rehashing the past won’t change it. I just want… I want us to be okay.”
I sigh and prop myself up on her elbows. She looks good out here in the wilderness like this. Small and fragile, yes, but mighty nonetheless. The glow of h
