(Mira)
We sat there. Quiet. His arm around me.
I could feel him breathing. Could feel the tension in his body.
He was scared. I knew that. But so was I.
"I'm sorry," I said again.
"You already said that."
"I mean it."
Ridge looked at me. "I know you do. But it doesn't change anything. You're still not getting your keys."
I nodded. Didn't argue. Didn't see the point.
"Why do you want them so bad?" he asked.
I looked at him. "I'm not going to run if that's what you're worried about."
"That's not what I'm worried about."
"Then what?"
"I'm worried you'll use them. That you'll think you're fine. That you'll drive somewhere and Tyler will be waiting."
"I wouldn't do that."
"You don't know what you'd do. Not if you thought you had a reason."
I shook my head. "I'm not leaving. I'm
