He came in, closed the door, and turned to face me with drooping shoulders. Apparently, whatever it was he was about to say was of the utmost importance to him, and he had given it much thought.
We need to know, "What's wrong?" I had to lower my voice.
This is none of my business, and I feel terrible saying it, but David—" He knitted his brows together thoughtfully. In other words, "You need to cut ties with him."
The thought of standing up so quickly made me dizzy. “What? Why?”
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke up. To make matters more challenging, his chest rose and fell with each breath, making it more difficult for me to ignore his movements. In my head, I ran a number of possible explanations for why he might ask such a question, and one of them was completely
