“You want to tell me what to do with my life?” I shout back. “What about yours? You and Tim. You and Rick. Marcus. Michael.” His jaw tightens. “Don’t go there, Stella!” “Oh, I can keep going there!” I clap back. “They all knew you were sick and they loved you anyway. But you ran, Poe. Not them. You. Every time.” I lower my voice, shaking my head, challenging him. “What are you afraid of, Poe?”
