You'll Leave When You Find Out
“What are you talking about?” I asked, raising my voice, not because I was angry, but because I needed her to hear me over her own sobbing. “You have me and Bea—”
“Until you leave me too!”
“I am not leaving you!”
“You will!” she cried. “You will! Everybody does!”
I got out of the car and rushed around, my own throat constricting as my heart broke for Henrietta. I knew she’d been afraid of losing Edi, but I had no idea how deep that fear ran, and I could kick myself now for not being more understanding about this.
I opened the door, but her face was buried in her hands, and her entire body shook with continued sobs. “Henri, baby,” I said, kneeling down so I could be closer because suddenly I didn’t think it was such a good idea to ask her to step out. Someone might call the cops if they heard her. “I’m not going anywhere, and I think you’re misunderstanding Edi wanting to leave. She’s not leaving you; she’s trying to get over a broken heart.”