“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. “I, uh, yeah, okay,” I whispered as I hurried along beside him.
