TERESA

After leaving Vicky, we made our way back to Bellingham in complete silence. I was on the verge of despair. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, not doing anything, not even a grimace, and it was grinding inside me like a coffee grinder.

His serenity was completely inadmissible under the conditions in which he hurt me so much. I could read thoughts, but I certainly blocked myself from reading Bash’s. It already shattered my heart to pieces to listen to other impertinent ...