“And I let you.” I squeeze the phone tight, wishing more than anything that I was with her right now. That I could hold her. “I could have told you the truth right then and there, but I didn’t. I let you leave. And that is on me. All of this is on me.”
“You can’t take on the weight of the entire world by yourself.”
“It’s too late.” I shake my head. “I told you I’d keep you and your friends safe, but I let you leave. That was easier than letting myself trust you.”
“Why? Why don’t you want to trust me?”
“Because it isn’t safe for you. The closer you are to me, the more danger you’re in.”
She chuckles miserably. “Funny, because the only place I’ve ever felt safe is close to you.”
I grimace. I can’t stand when she says things like that. It makes me feel things in places I thought were lo
