"You don't comprehend," Yemi yells, his eyes glimmering with annoyance. "Lola, it's not just about us anymore. It's about everything, including everything I've worked for and everything we've built. You cannot expect me to drop everything for you simply because you waltz in here.
Even if his remarks are like a slap, I don't recoil. At least not physically. The weight of them is causing me to crumble emotionally. I try to sound calm, but my voice shakes as I reply, "I'm not asking you to drop everything." I want you to keep in mind what we had. Yemi, what we still have. Please don't ignore me.
Yemi turns away from me, his shoulders strained, his back stiff. With each passing moment, the gap between us widens. It's not just the actual distance; it's also the chasm of betrayal and hurt that
