instead , he kicked his legs up on the coffee table in front of them and concentrated on the movie like his life depended on it . i nibbled on my food and stayed quiet for the most part , but ben glanced my way several times and once squeezed my hand under the table . it would kill me to see her with someone else . what more could he do to her ? what was that piece of paper ? `` we 're not in the middle of a war , we 're at the very beginning . '' 