"Listen, Elliot. Even if you spout all those wild exaggerations about me out there, I would never become someone like that." Avery lay down on the bed, then said, "At the very least, I'm never knitting a sweater again."

"They don't know you. I just wanted them to know that you didn't climb any ladders to get to me." Elliot wrote down all of his passwords on the piece of paper, then handed it over to her. "For your perusal, Honey."

Avery accepted his reasoning.

She picked up the piece of paper