His words hang in the air between us. There is a sense of unspoken truths that I’m not ready to hear and I still don’t trust him.

I also don’t know what he truly wants from me or what I’m supposed to do now that I am here.

Instead of turning to speak to him face to face, I force myself to stay quiet and keep my back turned to him. I’m not ready for this conversation or any of this. Not yet.

I can’t help but notice the way he says those words. There’s a weight in his voice, almost ...