I cried for a long time.
By the time I finally lifted my head, my sleeves were damp, and my throat hurt from holding everything in. Blake had stopped trying to pull free. He leaned against the side of the tub, watching me with an expression that was no longer angry.
He looked tired now, as if whatever had been burning through him finally burned out.
"Come here," he said again.
I hesitated for a moment before I got up and walked back to him. Then I sat carefully on the edge of the tub.
Blake raised his free hand and wiped the tears from my chin.
His fingertips were rough. They scraped lightly over my skin, gentle in a way that made my chest hurt worse.
"You cried so much your eyes are red."
He drew his hand back and looked at me for a long moment.
"I'm going to ask you one thing,"
