“Did I ask you to leave?"
Well, no, he didn't. But I didn't think I'd have to ask permission from him like a child. Ethan left, so why couldn't I also leave?
“Um... I... Ethan left... so I thought we were done here," I squeaked out, looking anywhere but at him.
I'd spent over an hour with him investigating a false lead, extremely uncomfortable and anxious, and having to deal with a memory that I'd have been better off without. All I wanted to do was drive home, and forget this ever happened.
But unsurprisingly, he had a problem with that too. It was as if the man enjoyed seeing me utterly miserable and lost.
“Ethan left because I asked him to, I didn't do the same for you," he breathed against me.
What was going on now? I wanted to leave! Yes, I was trying to do better, and trying to
