“Does there need to be a why?” he asked. He wasn’t sure he could put it into words, but he could try. “You’re… I really do think you’re amazing, Ko. More than you might ever believe. You’re smart and brave and you do have a sense of humor hidden in there, even if it’s dark. And you do care. You care about your daughter. Maybe it’s not obvious to everyone, but it is to her and to me and she’s the only one it need be apparent to.”
She could feel the sting of tears and, in that moment, she hated him. Hated him for making her feel anything, for making her want to cry because crying was weakness and she was not weak. But most of all, she hated him for trying to make her think she was worth anything because anytime someone did that, they left and it made it that much harder for her to keep a grip on anything close to stability.
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