When Doris heard the news, she sat up straight and pushed herself off the couch. Wesley was taken aback for a moment, but as soon as he realized that she was about to leave, he scrambled to his feet to stop her. Before he knew what was happening, though, she had picked up a pair of scissors. "Stay back," she warned.
"What are you doing?" Westley took a step forward but froze when she pressed the blades in deep enough to draw blood. "Don't hurt yourself," he cried. "Just tell me what the problem is. I'm sure that we can work it out together!"
Doris: "I need you to let me go and not come after me!"
Wesley could tell that she meant what she said, so he stepped back. "I will let you go!" he said. "Just don't hurt yourself..." He knew that if she left, he would never stop looking for her, b
