My ﬁngers traced along the two-inch scar on my chest.
“This reminds me of how broken I am, every single day when I wake up and see it in the mirror. It’s a scar that will never go away. I don’t know how to love you the way you love me, when all I see are broken pieces. God, Riley, I can’t even hug my friends without feeling like my lungs are closing up.”