DEREK:
“What makes you think I would want to agree with that?” she asks, and from the look of things, she was furious. “You want me to do something that risky and you expect me not to let my best friend know about the process. We are talking about a man that has been with me since my life became miserable,”
I feel sorry for her. And the last path, I could sense a hint of hurt in it which almost pushes me to hold her and tell her everything was okay. But this is not a fairytale. One step toward her in this angry state of hers and I’m sure to receive a hit to the face. Wouldn’t hurt but would definitely reflect the anger seething in her.
“Your life isn’t miserable,” I say solemnly. “And, no, I’m not saying he shouldn’t know about the process. All I’m saying is that he doesn't need to find
