“Jared, he might hurt you...,” Chante protested as she clung to his arm in an attempt to stop him from leaving.
Jared grasped both her hands that were clinging tightly and held them in his own.
“I’ll be fine, Chante. Stay here. I’ll be back soon.” Jared said before heading out the door.
After Jared left, Chante was collapsed in anger and desperation. She wanted to run after him, stop him from going to the bar. This was all so bad, she thought. The feeling of foreboding was so strong. And it was all her fault.
What she had done was manage to send Jared out to face an unknown danger. She should be the one out there, not him. This was her problem, not his. She never expected his reaction to be so quick.
“I should never have told him...,” she thought.
“What if he gets hurt...or God forbi
