Chapter 28
Josh Heid Thompson
The thought of someone's arms wrapped around my Ezerette was enough to make me mad and my blood was still boiling. I still had not clarified this to Ezerette.
I did not even know if it was true. The thought was sickening and heart-wrenching. Every time my mind would flash the gruesome image, I'd feel sick and feel like vomiting. Ezerette was only mine and no one could take him away from me. He was the best thing that had happened to me.
So cliché. But it was true. I had never been so much alive before. And tonight, I had planned to tell him the truth about my family. About me. About my past.
If we were going to start a relationship, we needed to build the trust made by the truth. This was a high risk. But it felt like I needed to tell him this. Everything
