#Chapter128

“You’re not broken … you just require a different kind of handling, understanding. You’re like a specially shaped puzzle piece that needs the right slot to fit into.” Arrick reaches down and takes my hand, pulling my fingers to his chest and presses my palm over his heart with concentration etched that cutely furrowed brow. His eyes are a soft hazel and he looks content for once. “This slot … A perfect fit.” He smiles, sounding strained, struggling to keep his voice steady, equally emotional, and obviously trying so hard to reassure me that I am what he wants. I watch him steadily as another stray tear rolls down...