“I didn’t say I wanted you to leave, Rose.” “But you’re angry,” I insisted. He gave me an incredulous look. “You assume I’m angry. I just…I don’t know how to navigate this. I’m confused and tired, not angry. Even if I was, that doesn’t mean I want you to leave. Is that what people have done to you your whole life?” I glanced away, but he caressed my cheek, urging me to look up at him. “Made you think your only option was to retreat?” “I—I don’t know,” I stammered. “I guess…it’s easier.” Swallowing, I toyed with the ends of my shirt. “Easier than facing their anger or judgment.”
