~Kace~
I had decided to break the truth slowly to Sayd. As expected she concluded that I was going through some form of PTSD and suggested I see a therapist to help with my anxiety but I learnt to live life that way. I did carry with me a certain level of paranoia, not for myself but for other people. But after our conversation, I considered that perhaps it was time I began to allow myself to accept the reality that things weren't going to go wrong and everyone around me was safe.
"Has anyone seen Graham in the past three days? " Reid asked as he sat down on the couch across from me and Sonny.
"Not me," Sonny said flicking through the channels on TV. "Nothing good to watch these days. "
"Where the hell is he? I've been trying to reach his cell for hours now. I need my freaking car
