“You’ll protect him at the cost of your career?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because…” Her voice broke upon so many realizations. Countless memories flooded back at once. The times he teased her, and how often she had looked forward to those verbal jousts. Somehow, she had convinced herself her initial stirrings of love would never be realized because of his views on women in the workplace. Her frustration at those differences had slid into a bitterness and resentment, not merely for those differences of opinions, but at her own weakness in wanting him anyway. She would not punish him for her own stupidity.
“I don’t understand you. This job has meant more to you than anything else.”
“Yes, it did.”
“Why?”
“Love.”
“Helen, honestly, you didn’t have to do this for me. I don’t think I can marry him
