Love is . . . giving someone the ability to destroy you.
But trusting them not to.
Henri
Bea had just dropped a bombshell question, and while I was unreasonably consumed with guilt, without hesitation, I answered, “Of course I'm not having an affair with Aaron! Oh my God, Bea. Why would you think that?"
“You two are going to Milwaukee for the weekend?" Her words were a mixture of accusatory but still a bit unsure."
“Yes, for a trade show," I said, glancing back at Edi, who was staring at me, but I couldn't make out what she might be thinking.
My heart beat wildly. I knew I'd done nothing wrong. I knew I had no intention of doing anything wrong. So why did the guilt feel so unyielding? Bea was in near tears, and with another glance in Edi's direction, I could see my girlfriend was jus
