She Took Me to the Hallway to Explain My “Place”

me too well, his face changed.

“No,” he said.

Eleanor snapped toward him. “No?”

He kept his eyes on mine.

“No,” he said again, softer. “Don’t do this because she shoved you to the back of the room.”

My hand actually twitched at that. Part annoyance, part affection. He really did know me.

“This isn’t about her.”

“It becomes about her the second you fix it.continue reading …