I’m truly happy for her and Saint, but that doesn’t lessen my pain. She is everywhere I look. And I don’t know how to make it stop.
“You know nothing of my problems, Sister,” I bark, my walls standing firmly in place.
“Then tell me,” she counters, squeezing my wrist. “Because all I see is a desperate, lonely man begging for help.”
In other words, she sees me as weak and pathetic, things I promised myself I would never be again.
“We’re done,” I state, still invading her personal space. I knew Sister Arabella would be dangerous, but I just never anticipated how much.
“Alek, it’s okay to be vulnerable. You’re a good person. I know that you are. I just want to be your friend.”
Snarling, I push away, hating that she can read me so clearly. “Enough! You can’t give me what I need, so I will
