Chapter Two Hundred and Eleven
Alicia's POV
"For women escaping domestic violence. I want to help them leave dangerous situations, help them start over somewhere safe. Give them resources and support and hope when they think they don't have any left."
He set down his briefcase slowly, his full attention on me now in that intense way he had that made me feel like I was the only person in the entire world. He crossed the room in long strides, his hands coming up to cup my face with a gentleness that still surprised me sometimes after all these months together.
"That's perfect," he said, his voice rough with emotion as his thumb stroked across my cheekbone. "That's exactly what you should do. You understand what these women are going through in ways that no one else possibly could. You've lived it, survived it, built a new life from the ashes of the old one. You can help them do the same."
