“I can’t believe this!” He gets up from his seat on the edge of the chiffonier. “I can’t even believe my ears. This was why you ran away, frightened, guilty, and confused all of a sudden? I just can’t.” He goes back to pacing and anxiety.
“I-I can explain.” I lick my lips because words are harder to come by for me right now.
“Don’t. Just don’t.” He looks at me with an emotion that transforms from reverence to absolute remorse. "I don’t want to sit here and inflict pain on me and you. That’s something you do. I’m going out."
I don’t even stop him. I let him go. I look from side to side of the suite, holding my head into my hands, thinking about what I’ve done.
What I’ve just done! Oh, what have I done to us?
My strides are long and I’m breathless as I’m taking them. I’m hurrying in the
