Beg For It
“Kids just need to be reminded that mistakes don’t define them.”
He studies me for a long moment, his eyes catching the low light. “You remind me of what Rhett could be, if he let himself breathe.”
The words strike too close. I shift, uneasy, because it’s dangerous—the way Caleb sees me, the way he says the things Rhett never could.
“You make it sound simple,” I whisper.
“Because it is,” he replies softly. “You bring out the best in him. I can see it. He won’t admit it, but I can.”