What am I doing here? I should be going to her, trying to win her back. Picking up a piece of driftwood I chuck it into the waves, all my anger behind it.
Everything was going perfectly, then she brings up my father, the sadistic bastard. I didn’t mean to shove her.
I rub my hand over my face. She’ll never take me back. She shouldn’t. I’m the same as he was. “Leo?” Sarah asks.
Where did she come from?
“Will you get help, Leo?”
Turning, I seize her in a hug, desperate to hold onto her forever. “Yes.”