“Bunny,” I breathe, crossing the distance in a few long strides and pulling her straight to my chest.
She melts into me. Just folds into my body like she belongs there. No hesitation.
I kiss her forehead, bending slightly because she’s always smaller without her heels.
“It’s not your fault,” I murmur. “s**t happens.”
“I left him,” she whispers. “I knew how psychotic he can get when he feels abandoned. Yet I left.”
“You had to. People meet, and they part ways.”
She pulls back, eyes red-rimmed but clear.
“I’m going to make sure he gets help.”
I brush her bangs out of her face, fingers lingering on her temple. “Of course. He’ll get all the help he needs. I’ll see to that.”
She nods. Her eyes search mine like she’s looking for something final in them. Some reassurance.
“Should we cal
