CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
For almost an hour we’d talked and in between I’d actually taken at least half a bottle of wine, getting me a bit tipsy while Cynthia was quite tipsy. Then we’d changed location to the rooftop bar at the hotel next door. I’d told her the truth, figuring there was no need to lie. That I’d finally let my parents win, knowing they would keep antagonizing Cynthia and her family if her and I were to remain together.
“So you just let them win like that? We were together for four years, defying them and then you just woke up and decided for me? Why? You think I couldn’t handle myself against them?” she sounded embittered.
“They were going to have you kicked out of med school. I couldn’t let them do that to you,” I answered.
“So what?” she countered, now looking pretty upse
