Lennox’s disappointment was heavy. It weighed on my shoulders and twisted my stomach into knots. I didn’t realize how much her anger would eat me up. This was different than the other times we’d bickered because there was true hurt behind both of our words. We both ached for something we couldn’t have, but I was terrified to risk what I already had. This job was a sure thing, and before I complicated things with Lennox, I hadn’t ever had to worry about it before. She didn’t understand that, and I didn’t hold it against her. I was grateful she’d never had to make the choice.
