Riley's POV

The silence that follows my words is deafening. Brett stares at me with something that looks like recognition.

"You're right," he says quietly. "About all of it."

"I know I am." I don't say it cruelly, just matter-of-factly. "The question is, what are you going to do about it?"

Brett stands abruptly, begins pacing the length of his living room. "I don't know how to love someone without testing them. I don't know how to trust without controlling. It's like asking me to breathe ...