“I fucking know, okay?” I remove the baseball cap from my head and quickly rake my fingers through my hair before putting it back on. “Have you lost your fucking mind?” he spits, overlapping my words. I pause, midstep. “Is that a serious question?” “Jesus, Lach,” he says, exasperated. “Did you tell her why you’re there?” “Of course.” “What did she say?” “She agreed to leave with me.” I lean my back against the trunk of the tree and close my eyes. “So, she’s cool with marrying you after all this time of not seeing you?”
