What are you asking of me?”
Cash’s back is to me. I see him run his fingers through his hair and I hear him sigh again.
“I’m asking you to trust me, Olivia.” He turns to face me. “Trust in what you know about me. Because I know, if you stop listening to your fear, you know who I am. Deep down. You know me, Olivia. You know me.
Author: M. Leighton