Angelica

I blinked up at the white ceiling, willing the tears to dry. Praying they wouldn't slip free - because once they were loose there was no stopping the onslaught of emotion that would follow, the devastation, the earth-shattering realization that nothing would ever be the same between us. Not if he could help it - and not with me constantly pushing him.

But at least pushing him got me a reaction that proved he wasn't a complete indifferent sociopath.

I ...