JUDE
"Get out!" I throw a book on the dresser at him, and he ducks before it smashes against the wall behind him. "You have no right to talk to me about anything, not especially that!"
I am furious, oh, so angry at him right now. I am also shaking because I don't need him to say it out loud. I know all too well about my grandma and how she has been doing. I know that she has had two surgeries so far in a span of two weeks and still needs another if she is to breathe on her own.
I know I might be losing her, but to know and to think about it are two different things. I don't need to remember it, I don't want to think about it, and I certainly don't want to talk about it.
"I am not leaving." Oh, he is adamant. I might have found it cute in the past, but right now, all I want is to throw him out of that window, even though I might regret it later.
