He nods, and my tears are a constant waterfall soaking my cheeks, chin, and neck. I clamp my eyes shut again and take a few steadying breaths.
“Your heart?” he asks, and all I can do is laugh sardonically at this stupid, beautiful man. This stupid, beautiful, selfless man who is breaking my heart by breaking his own. “Your heart, Bailey?”
“Yeah, Butch. My heart.” I open my eyes and look at him again. The pain in his face, the tears in his eyes, they gut me. It’s like my chest is caving in, my lungs are collapsing. “I have to go. Please don’t follow me.”