Chapter 12

“Okay, look. Here’s the way I see it. You want advice, right?” I nodded. “So what it boils down to is you want to do this, but you’re scared of freefalling.” He peered at me, and I nodded again.

He got up and walked to the wall of windows. His back was toward me as he stared out over Old Town.

“Here’s what I think.” He didn’t turn around but planted one hand on the bricks between two sets of windows. “I think you should do it.”

“What about—?”

He turned and glared at me. “Lemme finish. Let’s say in a month or two, you decide he’s changed into an asshole. No problem. You’re clear and free. Let’s say you two get close, then he drops your ass or you discover he’s back on the juice again. What happens? Yeah, okay, you’re sad, but so what? You’ve got a bunch of backup now you didn’t have before.