I can't even respond. I'm embarrassed, but more than that, I'm afraid; not afraid of him, just afraid of finding out something I don't want to know about him; something he's hiding from me. But can I tell him that?
"You don't trust me, do you," he says, searching my eyes.
I don't know how to respond. Do I trust him? I don't think I know the answer to that question myself. I've been struggling to figure it out since the day we met each other.
I open my mouth to speak, but the knot forming in my throat prevents the words from coming out.
"You don't have to answer, I know you don't trust me. I know you're worried about leaving your grandmother behind with me."
I squeeze my eyes shut, letting a few tears escape.
"I'm guessing you saw the money, which I told you I stole. I didn't hide
