Chapter 8
For just a second, it was hard to breathe. The thought of no longer hurting over Luke felt like a betrayal. He’d lost everything the day Luke died. He couldn’t just be better.
Michael wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, and the action startled Avery enough he sucked in a breath. The stars that had started to swim before his eyes disappeared. He mentally reminded himself breathing was necessary.
“I still love him,” Avery whispered, half to himself. That was important, that he remembered that.
“Of course you do.”
Avery shrugged off Michael’s hand and straightened to his full height. He squared his shoulders and looked up into Michael’s eyes.
“I’m good.”