“It sounds like your mother and you have been through a lot, and I can see why she’s protective of you, but it’s no excuse to treat Leslie the way she did,” I said. “And you’re an adult who could’ve easily stood up to his mother and defended his girlfriend.”
“I can make things right.”
“By a long-shot,” I said, continuing to walk to my car, soaking wet from the rain.
“Maricel!” He ceased my arm. I snapped around. “Listen to me,” he said.
“What?”
“I love Leslie.”
“I know you do, Erich.”
“Can you talk to her for me? Convince her to give me a second chance…” he said. I stared at him as his dark hair lay matted on his face, reminding me of a stray dog.
“It’s something you’re going to have to do yourself. When you love someone, you fight for them and if she means so much to you, then win
