Dionne
"I'm not."
I opened my mouth to argue. To tell him he was wrong. That he was seeing things that weren't there. I wanted to tell him about all the times I had been helpless, and scared shitless. About all the times that I made myself smaller, all the times were I was exactly that girl from four years ago. But the words wouldn't come.
Because maybe— there was a tiny part of me that wanted to believe him.
We started walking again. Slower this time. The silence between us felt heavier now.
The woods opened up ahead and Callum led me to a massive tree with roots that pushed up through the earth like gnarled fingers. He leaned back against the trunk and I stood in front of him, close enough to see the rise and fall of his chest.
