“It is not sweet,” I seethe, feeling the anger bubble up, and the words. So many words I shouldn’t say but can’t hold back any longer. “We’re supposed to make decisions together. That’s what you do in a relationship.” “Sweetie, it’s not like he lied to you, or kept a big secret. He did something kind. For you.” “No! It’s just like Quillyn and Selah. He tried to sacrifice himself for her, and it blew up in his face. He and I talked about it.” My friends’ faces are blank. Of course they have no idea what I’m talking about. I sound like I’ve lost it. Maybe I have.
