I made it a point not to turn and watch Brent walk out of the bathroom. My heart was racing. I'd done everything within my power not to reveal the fact my hands had begun to tremble. The shaking growing from my fingertips to my palms now had made its way up my arms. Soon my whole body would be vibrating from the adrenaline pumping through me. I was grateful that he'd chosen to end it because once I was like this. I would keep going, and it wouldn't have pretty. If there was one thing I hid well, it was my explosive temper. He was going to leave me after this; I could feel it. I went too far with the subject of his mother. I should have stepped off the burning nerve that was his past and played with it. I knew better. I, of all people, knew what it was like to be triggered heavy by even
