"Not one person out there, aside from Ruby, ever said that you were, Heather," Sam told her seriously, "and they never will. Because you're fine. Ruby? She likes to talk big. Say things that she knows are gonna get under your skin. She's a demon, Heather. The way things work with her? Yeah. They're a tiny bit different in comparison to how things work with people like you and me. If she thinks something, that's it. It's done and over with, whether it's true or not. So don't let her make you think that you're an awful person. I wouldn't marry an awful person. And you? You're far from that word in general. Unless you want me to say that it's awful that you're feeling this way, in which case that's probably about the only way I could ever possibly associate the word with you."
He pushed off the bed and moved toward her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I wouldn't lie to you. I love you. You're wonderful. Making a mistake? It's human. God knows I've made my fair share. Don't worry so much."