“She’s not going to let you come back.” It wasn’t a question, and they both knew the answer anyway. Jeremy drained his coffee in one go and set to work washing the mug. Cat leaned against his back, winding her arms around him in a slow, fierce hug. Her plaintive protest was muffled where she buried it against his back: “It’s not fair. Tell her we’d feel safer if you were here with us.” Jeremy didn’t have to say anything; Cat’s fingers went bruising as she added, “I know she doesn’t care, but…”
This made me want to DYE
