CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
A SPARK
There has always been something about being surrounded by people who have known me for most of my life that softens the edges of my defenses; something that quietly chips away at the walls I build around myself when things fall apart. It is as though their presence alone reminds me of who I used to be before everything became so complicated, before love turned into something painful and unrecognizable. Before everything I belived about love turned to be everything I hate about it.
“I really needed this,” Diane groans from the massage table beside me, her voice thick with satisfaction as the masseuse works expertly on the knots in her back.
“Yeah,” I murmur in response, even though my mind has drifted somewherewhere no thoughts conquer the expanse of my mind a
