I cried on the phone. I screamed. I cursed. And he remained firm. Cold. As if protecting me meant pushing me away. As if pushing me away was love.
I love you, but I don't want this for you. I refuse to see you humiliated in here because of me; there is no way around it. I won't allow it. I didn't sign the paperwork that came for me, and I won't sign it. I do not want you in here.
And right there, I realized I was alone.
You are being selfish! I love you, I am here for you. I jumped through hoops just to be able to come there, to see you. I have so much to tell you. You cannot do this to us, I pleaded with him.
I don't want to hear it, Luana. You are not coming in here. I don't want to argue about it, I don't want anything. My word is final.
You need someone to bring you things. Don't
