My Hero

Leah let out a heavy sigh. "Yeah, I know. But I miss being loved. Henry loved me but he died! Nolan never loved me at all. And neither did Angelo. That was all in my head."

"You can have that again," Jocelyn encouraged. "I fully believe there is someone out there who can see the good in you and love you for it. But that doesn't mean we can expect reciprocation from just anyone because that doesn't take the other person's feelings into account."

"What do I do then?"

"You can start with an apology. I don't know if Angelo will forgive you or not—that's up to him—but it should make you feel better and start to put the incident behind you."

Leah thought this over. "There's no guarantee he'll even read it. He hasn't been responding to my messages."

"It's at least worth a try," Jocelyn informed her before glancing at the clock. "I'm afraid we're out of time for today. I'll see you at the same time next week."

"Alright. Thanks, Jocelyn."