Nothing she could say would stop him from taking care of her.
"There's something I… I need to tell you," Nnenna began, her words slow and raw.
"Where's Arthur?" she asked without turning.
"I'm here," Arthur's voice answered from right behind her, calm, flat, a guard at her back.
"We should go inside first," Arthur suggested.
"No." Nnenna's reply was sharp, sudden. "I can't keep carrying this."
"Carrying what?" Carl asked, voice low and steady, trying to read her through the rain.
Nnenna swallowed hard, the words dragging through her. "What happened at the cliff…" she started.
"That's in the past," Arthur interrupted, the way he always tried to close a wound before it bled more. "No need to revisit it."
"No!" Nnenna snapped, more desperate than angry. The rain pattered against their umbrellas, like a metronome counting down her confession. "You don't know everything."
"It doesn't matter—" Arthur began.
