American Day Dream

what it is." He shook her. He'd never felt like this before. He wanted toknow, but he didn't want to know what he thought he knew. It made him sick atheart to think of Leia…with Luke…he couldn't even bring himself to imagine what itwas he didn't want to imagine. He'd never been out of control like this, he didn't like it, he couldn't stop it. Herealized he was still shaking her, and stopped. "I can't, Han…" Her lip began to tremble again. "You can't! You can't tell me? I thought we were closer than that, but I guessI was wrong. Maybe you'd rather tell Luke. Sometimes I—" "Oh, Han!" she cried, and burst into tears once more. She buried herself in hisembrace. His anger turned slowly to confusion and dismay, as he found himself wrapping