Chapter 92

More than once his apprehension about my well-being crossed the line. I knew he meant well and knew what he felt for me was deep and getting deeper, but that night, when he asked me, Do you think it’s a good idea? Do you think you can make it?I exploded with anger.

The frustration at not being able to scream only made me angrier. So, after frantically gesturing, the only thing I was able to do was take his apartment key and throw it on the table.

He opened his eyes wide and his mouth fell open, before he started shaking his head.

I took the telephone he had given me and furiously typed, I can’t live with you if this means you’ll make me feel less than a normal being. I can’t feel like that.