“Because I was trying to do the right thing,” he snarled, losing his cool right back with me. “Fuck!” “For who?” I screamed, throwing my hands up. “For you!” he roared back, chest heaving, as he mirrored my actions, throwing his hands up wildly. “For you, Molloy. For fucking you. Always you!” Frustrated, he clenched his hands at his sides and spat, “I was willing to walk away because I knew that it was the best thing that I could do for you, not because I don’t love you!”
