Page 79 of Merciless

“Yeah,” he says, grinning. “That’s what I mean.”

“Sure, that would be nice.”

“Good, then that’s what we’ll do, kitten.”

It’s ambitious, for sure, given that Cal and I are the furthest thing from normal, our lives a world away from being run-of-the-mill.

It’ll be nice to pretend for a few hours, though.

That’s all it can be though. Pretend.

The truth is, we’ll never be anything close to normal, emotionally healthy, or safe. We made our beds a long time ago.

And that’s just fine with me.

I like who I am, I’m proud of it and everything I’ve accomplished and worked to become, to survive and overcome.

I like who we are.

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