His stubbornness rendered her helpless.
His injuries would heal only to be followed by new ones, in an endless cycle that never truly mended.
Norris Moore sometimes felt that perhaps she really should leave.
If her departure could lessen his pain even slightly, then maybe she ought to go back.
Anyway, he would never follow her.
Let him rot alone in this godforsaken place.
He wouldn't tell her anything, so what reason did she have to stay and share his suffering?
Such thoughts flickered through Norris Moore's mind intermittently, but eventually, she realized that she didn't genuinely want to leave; how could she possibly abandon him alone in the slums of Mexico? It was just that she couldn't bear to see him come home covered in wounds every day; she wanted to escape that reality.
She knew that if she mentioned leaving, Trenton Smith would not refuse.
The man was such a bastard, letting her watch helplessly.
