The fear wrapped around her heart is eclipsed by the fury at his having made decisions for her like this. He had no idea what he could have done to them.
"It doesn't matter if I'd have been upset, I would have been smart," she throws back at him, the words sharp enough to cut. "I would have watched what I said and scrubbed the room of my DNA! I wouldn't have stayed long enough for anyone to remember me because all it takes is one goddamned phone call—"
The sentence cuts off and she can't sit there anymore. It's too enclosed, too small, she can't breathe, so she grabs the door handle and pops it open in a frantic rush, practically throwing herself outside as she flings words at him that hurt even just to say.
"But it doesn't matter because they're not looking for you. You have no right to make these decisions when you DON'T KNOW."
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"It doesn't matter if I'd have been upset, I would have been smart," she throws back at him, the words sharp enough to cut. "I would have watched what I said and scrubbed the room of my DNA! I wouldn't have stayed long enough for anyone to remember me because all it takes is one goddamned phone call—"
The sentence cuts off and she can't sit there anymore. It's too enclosed, too small, she can't breathe, so she grabs the door handle and pops it open in a frantic rush, practically throwing herself outside as she flings words at him that hurt even just to say.
"But it doesn't matter because they're not looking for you. You have no right to make these decisions when you DON'T KNOW."