“I think maybe a pastor will be able to answer your questions with more clarity than I can give you.” She didn’t respond and I sat down, returning my attention to our meal. “Just something to think about.”
It suddenly dawned on me why she might be reluctant.
“Wait, is that a problem with WITSEC, to talk to someone?”
“It was.”
My brows furrowed. “Was?”
Her face scrunched with trepidation. My pulse picked up at Shiloh’s unnerving non-answer.
“What is it?”
“I’m not actually in WITSEC anymore?”
“Wha-wha-I-whe…huh?” I couldn’t even get a coherent question out of my mouth.
I stared at her in confusion, waiting for her response.
“Well, it’s like I said. They wanted to move me again. But after reconsideration of my case, I was removed from the program.”
“What do you mean? When was this? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Shiloh shrunk back in her chair, shoulders curved in.
“You’re mad.”
“Yes,” I sighed, running my hand through my hair. “What the hell? I thought WITSEC was for life. I just don’t understandwhy they would remove you from the program when there are still people out there that want to harm you.”
“It’s complicated. It was better for me to get out than to stay in.”
I huffed a sigh of relief. “So, you’re not in danger anymore?”
“So, long as the past stays in the past and I keep using my new identity, I shouldn’t have any problems.”
“Why didn’t you say that when we were talking the other day? Is that why you’re so nervous about us being together now? Because you aren’t being protected by them anymore?”
She shrugged.
“Did they really just let you leave? Is this…is this because I asked you to stay?”
My stomach twisted with regret.
“You might have been the catalyst for this change, but it was my tantrum that caused this.”
“Tantrum?” I repeated with a quirked brow.
She scoffed. “Yeah. I threw a fit because I didn’t want to move.”
I blinked in disbelief trying to picture Shiloh acting like a petulant child.
“What did you do?”
She sighed heavily and my stomach clenched with fear.
“I might have told my handler Bradley that I was going to off myself if he made me move again.”
“What?” I stared at her, thinking maybe I’d misheard her.Oh no. No, no, no. I didn’t want to be right about her intentions.
