James

I didn’t return to the house that day. It wasn’t a conscious decision on my part, there really was something to fix at work. But I held onto it and it became my excuse for not going back home.

If I was holed up here a little longer, I wouldn’t need to deal with the aftermath of my chaotic night confession. I hadn’t told her the entire truth, just enough for her to know who she was dealing with.

I didn’t like to dwell on the past or the trauma my parents had caused. ...