[Margaret's POV]
An urge rose in me. I wanted to tell him about Armstrong. I thought I needed to tell him about my past. Before, I always thought our relationship wasn't at that stage, but now I thought it was.
Donald was my mate. He had a right to know this.
What I liked and disliked, what I hated and loved. My past should be open to him. My future should have his involvement.
"Actually, I have something else to tell you."
I looked at Donald and suddenly lost the courage to say anything.
Donald saw my dilemma and reassured me, "It's okay, Margaret. You don't have to be so anxious."
Donald pondered for a moment, as if he was thinking about what to say. "We can all take our time. In the future, we'll be together all the time and will have a lot of time to understand each other. It doesn't matter what you want to say. I can wait until you have no qualms about saying it."
