Annie
I was frozen in my chair as he stared deeply into my eyes. Half an hour ago, I would have said no. The hurt and the anger from his cruel and suspicious accusations on the island had cut deep, and I wasn't sure I could just forgive and forget that. But as he sat there, I could see the need and sincerity in his expression. His words fell on my ears like poetry.
I felt something shift in my heart and in my soul. Yes, this man was damaged and vulnerable and scarred, but he was also strong and resilient and ambitious. He was a survivor. He'd made it through some of the worst things that life could throw at a person and come out of it fighting. It was amazing to think that my care and my concern had pulled him back from the brink of despair.
I licked my lips and struggled
