“I'm serious,” I continued. “I'll arrange somewhere for you to stay. You won't be left stranded, and I'll make sure the necessary arrangements are taken care of. But you can't continue living here.”
She stared at me in disbelief.
“You're actually sending me away?”
“Yes.”
“Because of what happened?” she asked.
I held her gaze. “What else would it be about?”
She shifted in her chair, and the relaxed composure she had entered with began to disappear.
“So you're punishing me for one mistake?” she demanded.
I frowned.
“One mistake?” I asked.
“Yes, Jason. One mistake!” Her voice rose slightly. “I know what I did was wrong, but does that mean you have to send me away? Is this really how you're going to treat me?”
I stared at her, struggling to understand how she could reduce everything
