Protection
Why did I think this was a good idea? Why did I have to say we'll talk during lunch?! Because now, amidst the scents of grilling steak and the sounds of chopping onions and peppers, here I sit at the kitchen bar, unable to even think about how delicious this meal is going to be. How can I? With all the thoughts of where to begin, where not to begin, what to say, what not to say, how can I even think of food? I was able to hold off when the Santiagos and I decided to leave. I was able to hold back a bit when confronted by my father. I was even able to hold it all in when Cassie had gotten as bad as she had. But now? There's nothing to stop me from losing it in front of these guys while I recount why today was so necessary. And how do I tell these men, who I barely know, anything about m
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