"I deserve it, I know I do, probably worse, it s not even that painful but as I stare at her again, I can t hide how much it actually wounded my heart. Sophie has lashed out at me before, sure, in crazy ways, frenzy fueled attacks when lost in her pain or triggered with her PTSD, but she s never slapped me in the face for anything. This was a direct how f*****g dare you kind of assault that speaks volumes to the depths of the c*****e I ve caused on her soul."
" You lost me. You don t get to do that anymore. She wails at me, pulling my hands and arms from her body and shoves me back with as much force as she can muster. Prickly, seething, hating me with utter crushing heartbreak. She s breathing as heavily as I am although her pain and hysteria seem to be calming mine and I know
