150 Just a week.

Lance. 

This dinner seems like an eternity.

I don't even want to be here anymore.

Listening to this old fart talk about Ford like he is some sort of sick person is getting to me. I know he has his flaws. He is battling his demons but I also don't think he deserves to be locked in that facility.

He hasn't done anything to deserve that.

In the past month, I have spent the most time with him. I know him more than his father thinks he does. Ford is not dangerous. He is not a monster. He is not a danger to himself. He just wants to be free. He wants the right to love me. he wants that happiness that we can get together.

"What are you saying?'' I ask.

I have been watching him eat for a couple of minutes. He seems hungry. I mean, he could have just eaten something instead of dragging me for this dinner. Whatever he has to say could've been said in the car.