Linn’s chin dropped, and then she really got enraged. “Didn’t you hear even one word I said?! I want you to get out!”
“Okay, okay!” I hurriedly brought more distance between us, confused and hurt and all kinds of shocked. “Just let me get my dinner, and I’ll leave!”
But apparently, this was wrong, too, because Linn reeled back as if I’d slapped her. “WHAT?” she screeched. “You’ll leave me – what?!”
I blinked, reeling. “Isn’t… isn’t that what you want?”
Suddenly, the memory snapped back into my face, leaving me dizzy, confused, and full of vague panic as I was back on the filthy, garbage-grey staircase with graffiti on the walls. My raging fiancée in front of me… and apparently still on the roll, though I thought I’d missed part of her rant.
“… since you’re always telling me to not do
