Madeline’s POV
“What are you afraid of?”
Andrew stares into my eyes with uncertainty, locking on my response. I think back to the past few months. How each talk with my psychotherapist led back to anxiety and control.
But I can’t get the image of my mother crying out of my mind.
And without thinking, I respond, “Being lied to.”
It’s true and I can’t take it back.
His face contorts in shock and, almost, repulse. Almost as if I changed the rotation of the earth or placement of the sun. Only a few inches, but still noticeable to his beautiful green eyes.
We sit in awkward silence for a while and I can't help but think we reversed all the progress made today.
With nothing to lose, I start off another conversation, “Did you know that stars don’t twinkle?’
That seems to break him ou
