A THOUSAND REASONS To LEAVE
But underneath the guilt lies something quieter,steadier,more certain than anything I had felt in years.
My father had just told me to stay away from Adrian Ashford.
He had told me it was not a request but an order.
And i had said of course, For the frist Time in my life I understood something that frightened me far more than my father’s disappointment ever had:
I was not going to do what I was told.
Across the table,my mother had not moved, Her cup still in her hands, her eyes were on the window.
And when I finally gathered my courage to leave,she said very quietly looking at me;