“I worry about you. Not just about your safety. I worry when you’re stressed. I worry when you’re unhappy.”
His words leveled her world.
Her eyes snapped open and she saw him—saw him in a way that would stay with her forever.
“I fucking worry about you not eating breakfast. I worry about every damn little thing about you. I worry about you like I’ve never worried about anything in my life. Because I care. I fucking care, Charlize. I care so much it makes me scared. I don’t think you’re incapable of looking after yourself—I just can’t help needing to make everything okay.”
―
Amber A. Bardan,
For Her Protection
