He looks...
Not annoyed.
Not angry.
Just resigned.
Sad, even.
Like he desperately wishes there were another way to explain this to me.
That gives me pause.
“Rand.”
His beautiful moss-green eyes meet mine.
“I need you to understand how this sounds.”
“I get it, Honey, I do.”
“No, really.I need you to consider what you’re telling me.”
“Daria, I know, and believe me, this isn’t how I wanted to tell you.”
“It sounds insane.”
“I know.”
“It sounds like you belong on one of those late-night History Channel documentaries.”
“I know.”
“So why are you sticking to it?”
His answer is so quiet I almost miss it.
“Because it's true.”
I search his face.
No hesitation.
No grin.
No hint that this is some elaborate joke.
Just certainty.
Complete certainty.
“You're serious,” I whisper.
For the first time since this all started, I feel a pang of fear.A moment of panic.
“I've never been more serious.But, Honey, whatever you’re thinking right now, understand that I would never let anything bad happen to you.”
“What?You expect me to just believe all this?”
