“I appreciate you looking out for me.” Her lips form the thin line of a forced smile, and she squeezes my hand. “But what’s done is done. You can accept that and help me pick out a neighborhood to live in, or you can go. I’d prefer we didn’t argue and for you to stay, but I understand if you need to leave.”
Leaving her to manage the situation alone would only put her in more danger. Plus, I’d never forgive myself if something happened to her while my back was turned.
“You can’t get rid of me that easily. We’ll figure it out together.”
A cautious smile tugs at the corners of her lips. “I’d really like that.”
“Do you have any particular areas in mind?” I do my best to look excited when, in reality, my heart is weeping.
We spend the evening talking about apartments and where to look for
