No

You stood at the door holding the knob but looked back at Whitney, you'd never seen her this upset and as mad as you were, as hurt as you were you couldn't leave.

"Whit," you said only to be cut off as she ran into your arms and broke down crying as you held her.

The rest of the night didn't resolve much, you held her as you both calmed down and decided the next course of action. You both called out for the following day and despite the late hour you sat and tried to figure out a path forward.

"Do you think you'll be able to forgive me?" asked Whitney.

"Eventually," you said, "I love you, but right now I don't trust you."

"That's fair," she said holding your hand in hers, "I'll quit my job."

"You will?" you wanted it obviously but you didn't want her to throw away her years of work.

"I will, for you," said Whitney, "for us."

You pulled her hand up to your lips and kissed it.

"I understand if you need time," said Whitney, "I can go stay with my Mom."

"No," you said, "I want to be with you."

She leaned in and kissed you on the lips before pulling back, "I'm sorry," she said, "I shouldn't have, you're just being so great about this."

You brushed a lock of her dark hair from her face and pulled her in for a kiss, "I love you Whit."

"I love you to," she said as tears started running down her cheeks again, "do you want to try counseling?"