Not happening.
I drag myself up to go to the bathroom and take a shower. I have this new, overwhelming urge to protect Julian. He's a good man, an honourable man who tried his best to make a bad situation right, but in the end, he just couldn't.
I’m not going to let him blame himself for one more day. I know why he’s scared of relationships and of having someone love him. Of course he’d never want to be responsible for anyone else’s happiness ever again. I wouldn’t either, if I were him.
The hot water runs down over my face, letting me get lost in my thoughts.
I’ll only let you down. His words come back to me. He’s terrified of letting anyone down again—of letting anyone get close.
That’s too bad, Julian, because I’m already close to both you and the children, and I’m not going to let
