Chapter 8
“...but nature scants that light in all it makes, working in much the manner of a painter who knows the true art, but whose brush hand shakes.” ― Dante Alighieri
There was a buzzing in my ears. Zach’s genuine words were slowly turning my stone cold heart into a healthy muscle that beat loudly in my chest. I couldn’t give him an answer, but I understood what he was saying. He wanted to be there for me. I had only ever experienced something like that with Ricky, and now another man was reaching out, telling me that it was okay to feel vulnerable once in a while.
When we reached Zach’s house and I waited downstairs while he sorted his spare room for me, I knew that he meant what he said in the car. I had to start appreciating that he had a huge heart, and he was willing to help m
