"I don't know," I whisper, my voice stretched thin to the point of breaking, and I lift my free hand to my face, knocking away the tear that's threatening to spill over onto my cheek.

"Yes," I admit, shoving aside a crashing wave of shame at the truth of it. I shouldn't. I should've learned my fucking lesson. I can't let him hurt me again, and I won't, but the only way we can do this, the only way we can move forward at all, is if I trust him right now. If I trust him, the way I did back on the island.

On the island, there wasn't really a moment I ever doubted him.