“I’m not saying that’s okay, but I’m begging you. Please, Zed. We are leaving anyway. I’m transferring to Seattle, and Hardin will be gone, too.” Zed looks at me with worry. “He’s coming with you?” “No—well, yes. You won’t have to worry about him anymore. If you don’t press charges, you won’t have to hear from him again.”
Bitch you haven't even TOLD HIM ABOUT SEATTLE
