His footsteps follow behind, fast and loud, until his hand clasps around my forearm, halting me before I can reach for the car's door.

“This is what's become a wall between us. We never talked about it, but now, we must talk,” he insists.

“There's absolutely nothing for you to say that I don't already know, and I have nothing to ask of you, so let's not start something we both know the answers to” I shrug my arm off his grip.

“And what is that you think I'll say?” He asks, ...