Alex looks like he’s going to be sick. He steps toward me before forcing himself to stop. “Is it just me, or do you have very little regard for your own life and safety, Sophia?”

I gape at him. “That’s not true.”

“Yes it is. You don’t think twice about putting yourself in danger for somebody else. Whether it’s that waitress at your bar or me. Stop treating yourself as dispensable!”

My mouth moves, but nothing comes out. I’ve always been dispensable. I’ve never mattered ...