“You don’t understand!” I shout back, squeezing Lily’s hand. “You don’t get it.” “What don’t I get?” he growls. “How can you put up with that shit and then defend him?” “Because he’s just like me,” I retort. “He’s nothing like you.” “He’s in pain!” I shout. I’ve given you your life, Loren. “And he’s hurting me before I can hurt him.” You can sell me down the river, son.
