“We just have to keep things…in line.” She lets out a shaky exhale. "Then that's just too bad, Rex." I don't like where this is going. "And why is that?" "Because I'm falling in love with you," she says, frankly, as if she'd just dropped a weight that had been on her shoulders for months. But that weight comes tumbling out of those small hands and crashing down onto my own shoulders, and now I feel like I’m sinking. Plummeting to the bottom of the ocean because the weight is too much for me to overcome. To love me is to be condemned to death.
