continue, my voice ragged from the grief spilling out, a tsunami of bottled-up ghosts. I ambush him with my graveyard. “Day by day, those walls went up, made of stone and brick and steel and you. I couldn’t let anyone in because I couldn’t bear to feel the way I felt after you disappeared. Not again…not ever. You have no idea what you meant to me. What you mean to me.” The heel of my palm slams against my chest with clenched teeth. “Syd, I…” He lets his voice trail off, lost for words. I keep going. “I’ve spent my whole life keeping people at arm’s length because it’s how I cope, how I protect
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