I was sitting on Heather’s couch and we had been arguing for nearly an hour. I was so over this conversation. To me, the decision had been made but she wanted to make sure I was making it for the “right” reasons.
“Adam, you’ve been wavering on moving back here for months and suddenly Molly calls you and tells you Faith needs you and all of a sudden you change your tune? Do you honestly expect me to believe that it has nothing to do with her?” Heather was standing with her hands on her hips, seemingly to take a break from pacing across the living room.