[Normally she yelled, yes, but not tonight. Tonight was not a good time to settle for yelling and not trying to understand. With those words her fingers wrap around the bone of his wrist tighter. She's clinging, desperate to understand.]
Yes. You don't believe it? [Again, it hurt a bit more than it should have.] Why would I leave? Where would I even go?
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Yes. You don't believe it? [Again, it hurt a bit more than it should have.] Why would I leave? Where would I even go?