His question had a double edge. It could either bridge the growing distance between us… or shatter whatever fragile thread still held us together.
It was clear that he was trying. Trying to understand, trying to fix this.
But in the back of my mind, my fears whispered the truth.
“He’s trying for himself. Not for me.”
Like Brandon.
A slow ache curled in my chest as that thought sank deeper into me.
Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe Kody was different.
But the scars of my past screamed otherwise.
I exhaled shakily, my body curling in on itself. This conversation wasn’t going to be productive.
Kody wouldn’t want to hear what I had to say, not really.
His ego wouldn’t allow it.
He had already done so much to try and win me over. I should be grateful, shouldn’t I?
I should be relieved that
