clear. “That’s what you’re walking away from today. This is your last chance, Brick. Life is too short for me to wait for you. So be sure that walking away is what you really want.” He swiped a hand over his beard. But the mask never slipped. He picked up his hat from the table. “I’ll see you next time you call me for something.” She shook her head. “No, you won’t. Because I won’t call you next time. Or ever again.” His eyes blazed, boring into her. “Yeah, you will. And I’ll be there.”
