So back off.
“She has bad taste in men?” His voice is closer, so I walk further off, putting the distance back between us a little. Every part of me is on high alert, my anger simmering to something more heart wrenching. I hate these kinds of conversations, someone trying to lay me bare and uncover my pain.
“That’s an understatement,” I snap, shielding my despair with anger.
Control, Emma!