“Where are we going?” I whispered, hurrying to keep his pace. “Away from here,” he bit out, jaw clenching. “Why?” “Because if I stay here and she says something to you, I’ll lose my shit. If you stay here and she says something to you, I’ll lose my shit,” he explained in a tight tone. “Therefore, I need to go”—he paused to pull the glass door open and usher me outside—“and you need to come with me,” he finished, leading me into the rain.
