8
Revelations
For the first few minutes as we drove away from Damon’s house, Connor was silent. It was still light out, but the sun had begun to slip behind the hills to the west. It would be dusk by the time we got back to the apartment.
Finally he let out a sigh and said, “He wasn’t always like this, you know.”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to try to defend his behavior.”
“No.” His gloved fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “I’m not going to do that. But you don’t know what he’s been through.”
“What, besides losing his mother at thirteen and his father twelve years later? You went through the same stuff, and it didn’t turn you into a raging asshole.”
He almost smiled. Almost. “Thanks for the vote of confidence. Okay, that’s true, I suppose. But have you ever wondered why he kid
