rah, really talk, whe

. I found Sarah in the kitch

eed to talk

There' s nothin

k, he' s... he' s got a mean strea

sunderstandings. His illness

ied of admitting the

d. "Have you ever looked into his past? Th

in the school parking lot a few weeks back,

craping loudly. "Stop it, L

controlling your every m

g. "He' s in constant pain because of me! I owe

frain. Her shie

t is a chain. Ja

otect you. If she agreed with you,

ke talking to a brick wall, a wall

down, Sarah. And he' s go

with these accusations!" She was trembling now.

the kitchen doorframe,

"Lily, go back to bed

slowly and

week," she said, her voice flat again. "The doctors think a stabl

ump, Sarah. And you'

hat I ha

imate sacrifice. She' s choos

fice" felt more like a deliberate aband

rrative of her hidden love, her painful choice