"Then let me show her," he urged, his voice dropping into an intense whisper. "Let me in. Let me show her the texts to my father, the lawyer's emails, the flight tickets I've booked to go confront my parents. Let me show her that every step I've taken since meeting her has been toward her, even the clumsy, stupid ones."
"And what if she doesn't want to see?" Lyla asked quietly, the protector in her rising again. "What if the hurt is too deep? What if your 'clean solution' comes too late? She's in there packing, Aaron. She wants to leave everything that reminds her of this pain behind. And right now, you are the source of that pain."
