I set an egg down and turned to face her. Her words hit me hard. I knew that feeling — that endless cycle of fight or flight. But hearing it from her, seeing the vulnerability in her…
“The point,” I said, stepping between her legs and tilting her chin up to look at me, “is that you’re still here. And yeah, maybe trouble finds you, but it’s not because you’re weak. It’s because you’re strong enough to handle it. Not everyone can do that.”
She looked at me, her blue eyes searching mine like she was trying to find the truth in my words. “What about you? You’ve been handling this life for a long time. Does it ever get easier?”
I hesitated, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Easier? Not really. But it has its ups and downs. It’s not crazy every day, s**t will calm down. But you adapt to it.
