I pushed the traitorous thought aside. I knew myself well enough to know I wasn’t torn between them. I’d chosen Dr. Hatchet long ago, and I would continue to choose him for as long as he let me.
“Sometimes I feel like a third wheel in my own relationship,” he said at last. “Sometimes I feel like we’re both holding on to each other because we’re familiar, and because we’re used to it, and because it’s something we had from before all of this that makes us both happy.”
He was saying everything I’d worried about since that stupid conversation with Rivers, and my stomach twisted into knots. “That’s not a bad thing. Something familiar—something that feels like home—”
“It is when it’s holding you back.” He leaned toward me, his stare unwavering, and even though all I wanted was to duck into t
