I didn’t have this. I didn’t have…friends, outside of my family and Beth, whom I only saw several times a year. The fact that Leo wanted that with me sent an unfamiliar light through my chest, stretching my walls. Searching those deep pools before me, I tried to let that misplaced, molten well of revenge against him go. He wanted to start over. I did, too. If I could only turn that part of me off and release this vendetta. But I couldn’t tell him everything.
