“Yes, you’ve let me down. You promised me you would protect yourself, but it seems like you keep running into danger wherever you go. I’ve even thought about how I won’t have a reason to live anymore if you die.”

 

Christopher stared deeply at me. There was a flicker of pain in his eyes, mixed with a shred of overwhelming anxiety and fear.

 

I could tell that he was really afraid. Otherwise, how could a man as tough as he was—a man who would not even blink in the face of a gunshot—bear such a panicked expression on his face?

“Don’t say that!” I covered his mouth. “If it helps, I promise, the next time I sense danger, I’m going to avoid it like the plague. I won’t go charging in again, guns blazing.”

mean there’s going to be a ‘next

one.” I quickly waved my hands to show that I had learned my mistake. In my mind, I used to think Christopher got mad because he saw Lyle and I

that he was furious because I

I worthy

 

should come forward to coax me, comfort me. Don’t get all tensed up and go off the deep end on your own. If you see me on the streets, you should stop me. Treat me to a meal or grab me a cup of coffee as

to me if you have any issues. It’s not like you don’t know I can be as stubborn as a mule. The more you rage, the more persistent I

reasoning with me?” Christopher brushed my nose

 

of us promised that whatever happened in future conflicts, we would reflect

had other issues to settle, but as long as he would listen to me, the rest did not seem as important as

alive. As I walked, I massaged my sore neck. Even with clothes on, I could

enough to hide all the hickeys. People would notice them eventually, and that would

and vigor. After walking a certain distance, he pummeled his back

as fit as a fiddle. What’s wrong? Is too much

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