Pulling her backpack on her shoulder, she was just grabbing her car keys when he was once again standing in her path like he always had, to voice out words she didn’t wanted to hear. To listen to his noble speech which was all said in ‘good’ faith. But how many more times he would keep this on, she was tired hearing his words and she had made sure he knew how she felt but his stubbornness to prove her wrong, to prove that she was making a mistake was just like his mother.
“Have you told him anything the kind of work you do?” He asked, leaning on the stairs.
“No,”
Her answer was replied with angry, worry, frustration so technically nothing new.
"Ace..."
"I need to go." She said and without waiting for him to say anything, got out of the house. She pulled her car out of the garage an
