Nox
Charli was right. Not only did I know about Chelsea being in Savannah when she told me, but I knew a lot more. I also knew that my amazing girlfriend had shared more about her past than I had about mine. When Charli simply stared, I asked, "What the hell do you mean?"
"About which part?" she asked, bristling, "About Chelsea being me or your not telling me...anything?"
"Her being you," I confirmed.
Charli's lips formed a straight line as she stared at me.
I couldn't help that I wasn't ready to delve into my shadows. I hadn't, not since that terrible night. As long as she was content with what I gave her, why would I want to relive what happened—what I'd done. And if I did open that door and shed light on that past, what would Charli do with that knowledge? What would she do when s
