I flushed and looked down, embarrassed to tell her that the girl I was so worried about would barely say two words to me. “I’ll try,” I muttered.
“And Dante?”
“Yes?”
“You’re strong. And brave. I have faith in you. I know you will find a way to help her. If you see she needs defending, defend her. Do what you think is right and you won’t have any regrets.”
A few weeks later, I pounded a guy that I heard making a joke about her, and I got my first smile out of her, a conspiratorial grin that let me know she had a newfound faith in me.
I loved that smile.
From that day forward it was my job to protect her. Her feelings. Her body.
Her freedom.