"I don't think now is the right time to ask that question," I tell him, trying to remain calm. He was making it very hard for me, however. He doesn't realize yet that he wasn't prepared to hear the answer to that question.
I've kept my feelings for him hidden for a long time. Atticus doesn't know how much he means to me; that's why he doesn't understand why I would put myself in danger to protect him. He also didn't realize that I would do it again in the blink of an eye as long as it concerned him.
"Tell me." He growls.
I chose to remain quiet. My hands tightened into fists at my sides. I was fighting back the urge to tell him the truth. I'd managed to keep it a secret all these years, but he was digging it out from under me.
If he continued to ask, it was only a matter of time be
