" I'm so tired of being alone," Heller whispered, voice broken. " So very tired of being on the outside looking in. Please ..." I tightened my arms around him. Could Heller be asking for what I thought? " What, Heller? Please what? What do you want?" " You," Heller murmured. " I want you. Please tell me you don't hate me for what I did. Or how I acted in the beginning. Please give me a chance ... please don't leave me." Squeezing my eyes closed, I fought not to let the tears escape, my heart threatening to break at the anguish I heard in Heller's voice. "