Dawn
“Morning,” I say as Drew sits at the foot of the bed pulling on his boots.
“Are you going to tell me why you were so upset last night?” he asks.
“Thanks for being there,” I respond instead of answering his question.
“Right,” he says as he gets up. He"s angry.
“Drew, stop,” I say, reaching for his hand. He lets me take it and intertwine my fingers with his.
If there is one person I should be trusting, it"s Drew. How can you love someone without first trusting them? I pull him back down to sit on the bed.
“I"m pretty naive, Drew,” I say as he starts to protest, but I put a finger to his lips. “No, just listen. I"m not someone who can make the hard decisions. Half the time I don"t even know what the right thing is. I knew that when I left without a word to help Ryan find his siste
