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"Well, that's the problem, sir. I'd like to fire her and hire another attorney. I don't feel I'm getting the best representation."
"I can't believe you're here," she said after a few minutes of silence. "It's been a year since you disgraced me and tried to destroy my career. Now you're in my bedroom the day I buried my husband."
A big, hard ball of pain surrounded by bone and flesh. Animated, but barely. That's all I was in that moment. Numb, but hurting. Awake, but unaware. The agony was physical and relentless. I wanted to claw my way out of my own body. I wanted to go to sleep and never wake up.
One year. I decided right there in her driveway. One year to grieve. Then I was coming back to claim my woman.
For some ridiculous reason, I tell myself I'm not going to be with any other woman until I can be with Hope. I guess I want to see if I'm still cut out for monogamy? I don’t want to waste her time or mine if I can’t learn to control my dick. Besides, I peg her for the type of girl who would rip mine off if she ever caught me with another woman.
What I really want to do is gather her in my arms, but I’m not sure how that would be received. I mean, in my head she belongs to me, but it’s not like she’s aware of my crazy claim on her.
I’m lying, of course. What’s between us can only be one thing. Hope is mine. Permanently.
You'll never be happy if you're always trying to please other people's idea of what you should be."
"Hope is off limits to you. I am not fucking around on this. You ever look at her in anything other than a friendly way, and I will fuck you up. You treat her with respect."
"Honey, I could never let you go. I couldn’t let you go even when I had to. If you want me to, I will. If you decide I’m wrong for you, it will kill me, but I’ll let you go."
