else who might be attacked.”
“I know.”
He looked at Grant.
“It seems to suit you.”
“He doesn’t try to rescue me. He stays by my side while I rescue myself.”
Kyle dried his eyes.
“Do you hate me?”
Five years earlier, I would have responded immediately. But there, with the life I had built from scratch, hatred seemed like just another connection I no longer needed.
“No. I don’t hate you. I simply don’t belong to you anymore.”
He nodded in pain.
“I hope you become someone who doesn’t
