“No, I’m not. He knows how I feel. It’s him who’s afraid. After everything with his dad, I just don’t think he’d allow himself to be truly happy.” I shrugged. “I don’t buy it.” She pulled out a chair and motioned for me to do the same. “You don’t buy what?” “That you aren’t afraid. I think you have a lot more to do with it not going anywhere than you want to admit.”
