I frowned at him, a flash of hurt crossing my face. He wouldn't do that, I didn't think. He really, really wouldn't. But it was still an awful thing to say, even as a joke. I didn't think it was funny in the least.

It did make me question whether or not I wanted to continue pushing him. Clearly, he wanted me to back off. But the more he pushed me back, the more I wanted to press forward. Knew I had to keep pressing. Because something big was going on.

"I'm not leaving."