“You could’ve knocked on my door—” “And you would’ve turned me away,” he argued. “So you hired Daniel as a way to tether us together. You decided to make it impossible for me to get rid of you,” I said around the lump of terror lodged in my throat. “Impossible for you to ignore me,” he amended without remorse. “I’m not here to make your life hard.” “Then why has it suddenly gotten harder? Why does it feel like it’s about to implode?”
