I don't answer for a long moment, still debating (always debating) whether or I should tell her, trust her. I don't like admitting weakness. That damn ego of mine gets in the way at the best of times, but when I'm on the brink of potential disaster, it kicks into overdrive. I'm overreacting, surely. Nothing will happen tomorrow, not to me...

But what if? I can't not tell her.

"You'll need to stay away," I say, finally. "From me.... Tomorrow."