“Great, you’re done yelling. Now I want you to talk to me, and you’re not leaving until you do.” “I don’t want to talk.” “Tough cookies.” I search her agonized expression. “Why did you break up with me?” “I already told you—” “I know what you told me. I didn’t believe you then and I don’t believe you now.” I set my jaw. “Why did you break up with me?” A shaky breath leaves her mouth. “Because we were moving too fast.” “Bullshit. Why did you break up with me?” “Because I wanted to see other people.” “Try again. Why did you break up with me?”
