It Starts with Us by Colleen Hoover

second, thought about physically hurting her. If anything, I just wanted to hug
her and cry on her shoulder.”
Marshall looks at me with sincerity. “When I think about Ryle hitting
you… I get absurdly angry. Because I love him. I do. He’s been my best
friend since we were kids. But I also hate him for not being better. Nothing
you have done and nothing you could do would excuse any man’s hands on
you out of anger. Remember that, Lily. You made the right choice by leaving
that situation. You should never feel guilty for that. Pride is the only thing
you should feel.”
I had no idea how heavily any of this was weighing on me, but Marshall’s
words lift so much weight off me, I feel like I could float.
I’m not sure those words could mean more coming from anyone else.
There’s something about getting validation from someone who loves Ryle
like a brother that’s reaffirming. Empowering.
“You’re wrong, Marshall. You’re pretty damn good at this.”
Marshall smiles and then helps me to my feet. He picks up his trash bags
and I head back inside their apartment to find my daughter and hug her so
tight.