Paul was yelling as I came to, his temper, as always, getting the better of him. “This is entirely your fault! Your presence in her life has put her in danger.” “You’re right, but my leaving won’t change anything,” Aidan answered, his voice filled with regret. “Paul, this threat would have come whether Aidan was here or not. We have been lucky to hide her for this long,” my father snapped angrily. “His presence here drew them,” Paul shouted. “We don’t know that,” my father told him. “Aidan has been here many times before without incident.” “He should leave. We can take care of her; she does not need Aidan here, complicating her life and confusing her emotions,” Paul insisted. “You know, it isn’t easy for me to leave. It will be even harder now that her life is in danger,” Aidan told him. I winced inwardly at the pain in Aidan’s voice.
