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“I saw your face in the kitchen.”

“What did you see?”

“I hurt you.”

“Yes.”

The honesty made him cry harder.

I held him through it.

“But I did not leave you.”

“You should.”

“No.”

“I’m horrible.”

“You were overwhelmed.”

“I yelled.”

“Yes.”

“You’re angry.”

“Yes.”

He drew back enough to see me.

“You can be angry?”

“I’m a person, Noah.”

His expression crumpled.

“I know. God, I know. That’s why I’m sorry.”

I wiped the tears from his cheeks.

“Anger does not cancel love.”

“You could become tired of this.”

“I am tired.”

His eye widened.

I continued before fear could twist the words.

“I am tired of insurers. I am tired of waking afraid. I am tired of seeing you in pain. I am tired of never knowing whether helping will comfort you or make you feel trapped.”

My voice roughened.

“I am not tired of you.”

He lowered his face.