Willy glances at me once we hit the highway.
"Bree, I'm sorry."
I nod and stay quiet. If I say anything, I'll break down.
He takes my hand which is lying limply on my lap and squeezes it gently.
"He is going to be fine."
I turn to look at him then.
"How do you know that?"
"Because he has to be fine. If not for all of us, then for you." He slows down before he turns to look at me. "You deserve to be happy. He deserves to be happy. You two complement each other."
I shake my head sadly.
"It's just a pity that Harry doesn't share the same opinion."
"Trust me he does. I've never seen him treating anyone the way he treats you. I know he feels it."
"I wish."
"What does that even mean?"
"Harry doesn't want me."
"And why would you say that?"
"Because it's the truth. He said so hims
