Henry lowered his gaze.
“There is no ‘us’, Rosie,” he said softly.
“Why?” I croaked.
“Don't you understand? You can't be with me, we…” he drawled, exhaling in exasperation.
“We can't be together, Rosie.”
“I asked why?” I asked, stepping closer.
He huffed, stepping back.
“Come on, Rosie. You know why?”
“I don't, Henry.”
“I don't.”
“I don't know why!” ...