“I love coddling you, angel. I can’t stand the thought that those bastards might say something that upsets you, that they might hurt you with their cruel words. There’s no coming back from this now, Zahara. You understand that, right?”
“I do. But what I need you to understand, is that I can handle this. I’m not the meek, frightened girl I once was. Unkind words and reproachful stares don’t bother me anymore, and I need everyone to realize that. Including you.”
I watch her—so beautiful and fierce—while my heart swells inside its cage like it’s trying to reach her. Yes, she is strong. Much stronger than I previously believed. I get it now, though. But if she needs this to affirm to herself and everyone else that she’s unshakable, I’ll grant her wish.
I stretch my hand toward the singer, w
