“Let me look at them.” Her brows furrow as she follows my line of sight. When her eyes come back to mine, they’re cold and hard, her mask completely impenetrable. I nod, accepting that there’s no other choice here than to leave. It’s right, but for some reason I don’t want to acknowledge it, it’s the last thing I want to do right now. “Fine. But don’t expect me to come running the next time life blows up in your face.” “Did I ask you to be here now? No. No, I fucking didn’t.”
