want to talk about it,” he barks, gripping the back of the chair so tight his knuckles turn white. “I need to tell you something.” His expression goes from angry to forlorn. “Something
camhas quoted4 years ago
I tilt my head to look at him. “That’s my name.”
“I know.” A slow smile unfurls. “Like I told you…I got the thing I love most in this world.”