“I chose to walk into the fire.”

Chapter 8 — I Won’t Look at You That Way

I bent and picked the sponge up off the floor.

I did not know what to say, so for a moment I said nothing, and Edith took my silence for the beginning of a retreat.

“If you’re going to run out of this room,” she said, still facing the wall, her voice gone flat and defended, “you may as well do it now and save us both the trouble.” “I’m not running anywhere,” I said.

“Everyone changes their face when they see it.