“No!” Diarmid screamed, pulling her backwards, fighting against the pull of the winch and holding her in front of him. “Two minutes. Just give me two more minutes.”
She felt the cable loosen and her feet touch the ground and she turned to look at him, suddenly irritated with Naomi for not just pulling her upwards. “What do you want Diarmid?” Her voice was loud over the churning of the blades above.
“Don’t go.”
“My ride is here,” she pointed upwards.
“I’ll drive you back myself.” He pointed to the truck. “Just stay. Please. Just stay.”
She shoved his chest and yelled. “No. You don’t get to be my judge, jury, and executioner because you don’t like who I am. I am done crying over a man who cannot accept me. I’m going back with my family, the people who accept me for me. All of me!” She r
