Do What You Want
"Go get him, then. I'll leave soon, anyway. I've already stayed for a week. It's time for me to go home."
"Will you be alright alone?" Josh asked.
"Why wouldn't I be? I've lived alone for years," Natalie said.
Josh's eyes were filled with concern. When he spoke again, his voice was hard. "Rena, I'm begging you. This is a special situation. Can't you be a little more generous and understanding?"
I was exhausted. Suddenly, I no longer wanted to put up with any of this anymore. "What special situation?"
Josh froze, and his tone turned harsh. "Natalie's sick. Depression carries a high risk of suicide."