I’m scared to see that I could feel so bad, and have so little belief in myself, that I’d volunteer for something that was so completely dangerous.
Why am I doing this?
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“ARE YOU GOING to tell me what it said?” That’s what I ended up saying. What I wanted to say was: “Shove it up your ass.”
We were circling each other. Neither of us would break the tension.
“We have to go out tonight,” she said.
“What? That soon?”
I’d dragged her out of an alley less than twenty-four hours ago.
“The Society is taking care of the security and cleaning staff at the Eaton Centre tonight. We have to do it tonight.”
I didn’t like hearing her speak on behalf of people I did not trust, especially when our relationship — if it could be called that — was so tentative. Aside from arousing suspicion, th
