Caleb's gaze is intent on mine. I've never seen him look so serious, not even when he thought someone was breaking into my bakery and he was thinking of using my oversized whisk as a weapon. ‘You deserve good things, sweetheart.’ He swallows hard, eyes searching mine. ’Why can't you see yourself? Why can't you see how incredible you are?’
‘Because,’ I say, my voice cracking at the edges. ‘Because no one else has bothered to.’

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