Fallon
I’m starting to feel sick, especially now that Flint is gone, but I know for his sake that I have to handle this. I tried calling Hugh’s bluff, and I failed. He means it.
How could I have been so stupid? Why didn’t I at least bring him to my room? I knew Hugh would have to come home eventually. He certainly doesn’t have anywhere else to sleep. Did I really expect him not to blackmail me with this? Did I really expect any more of him?
That’s my problem, I realize; that’s why Hugh always has the advantage over me. I always expect better from him, and he always delivers worse.
The worst part is, if I had any plans of finally cutting him loose, now I can’t. I can’t, or he’ll tell.
I’m starting to sweat and shake, but Hugh doesn’t notice. Even if he did, he wouldn’t care. He’s b
