“You’re not running away from this one. Not this time.”
“Get out of my way.”
“No, I don’t think I will,” she says. Her voice is strong. Her expression is stronger.
I can feel the anger course through my body. My hands curl into fists and it brings back that day. The day that I lost a piece of my soul to the monster who was molding me.
“Kinsley. Don’t f*****g push me.”
“You don’t want to find out.”
“Maybe I do,” she says. “Is that terrifying to you? Does it keep you up at night to know that there’s someone who actually wants to know you? Not the persona you’ve created, not the image you project to the world. Not the don, but the man.”
“You only think you want to know. The truth will change everything.”
“And what if it doesn’t?”
She lifts her hand and rests it squarely on my chest,
