Paul's influence and the painful memories associated with him weighed heavily on my decision-making process. The thought of facing Paul again was something I had hoped to avoid, and the fear of being drawn back into his world gnawed at the edges of my resolve.
In this moment, I felt torn between the past and the future, between the desire for reconciliation and the need to protect myself from potential heartache.
As I returned my gaze to Derek, my expression mirrored the uncertainty that swirled within me.
"I know I put some regulations on you," he began, his tone carrying a hint of regret. It was clear that he was willing to address the issue and make amends for any discomfort he might have caused.
However, I found myself unable to hold back my immediate response. "Mr. Houston!" I interjected, my voice firm. "I'm not interested in going there. I'll talk to my father later."