I felt my eyes start to burn. "I'm sorry, I tried. I, um, I guess I'm not as brave as you think I am."

"Hey, baby, it's okay." I could hear the hurt in her voice, but she didn't sound angry.

"I'm so sorry." A tear rolled down my cheek.

"Aly, it's fine. I lived in a closet for six years. I understand."

"I do have my schedule though. What days do you have off next week?"

"Tuesday and Wednesday, as usual."

"My last class on Tuesday ends at eleven. I could come over."

"I'd love that, Aly. I'll be waiting."

"Good. Besides, we have an errand to run."

I...