It’s not. I threw up because I panicked, but I can’t tell him that. I don’t want to answer the million questions that will come after that. Although this is Travis I’m talking about, so more like two. But after fourteen months of being around him, I should know better than to think I can fool an ex-military man who seems to read minds. “I know what happened with those people,” he says. I’m sure you don’t. “It’s fine.”
