“Nope, that’s not why I said anything. You’re healing from something, and you don’t have to tell anyone, including me, until you’re ready.” She squeezes me to her side, stopping us next to Jackson’s truck. “If you never want to share with me, that’s fine. But like it or not, I consider you a friend so…you’re stuck with me and I’m here to listen if you want.” Swallowing hard, I tilt my head back and blink rapidly, refusing to let the tears that are lining my eyes fall. “Thank you, Thea.” My voice cracks on the whisper.
