I shook my head in disagreement when he asked me if I wanted to know why his father died. I did not know why he wanted to tell me that. I did not know the reason he had brought me to that place. All I knew was that I did not want to know anything more. From that point, I just wanted to go back.
"Please, Donald, can we leave this place and talk about this?" I asked him in a weak voice even though I knew that with the way he was speaking to me and the kind of actions he was displaying, he was not going to turn around on my demand.
