“And he’s going to do it?! He’s going to marry this girl?”
“Could you let me finish a sentence please?” I ask, fighting back the rising tears.
You are not weak, Fiona.
You’re strong and competent.
You are not unworthy of love.
I repeat the chants in my head and push back the tears. With one more deep breath, I give her all the information I can.
“I don’t know if he’ll marry her, but they’re threatening some pretty heavy consequences. The worst part is the woman is Angela, the bratty rich girl that’s been bullying me, so at least I now know why she hates me. I can’t stay with him because it hurts to be around him. I’m barely holding myself together as is. I can’t—”
My voice cracks, and I close my eyes.
“I can’t be around him right now. I just need somewhere to go so I can pul
