I’m not sure what fight or flight trauma response I active right now, but Seth suddenly shuts down, his eyes blank as he stares at me and I can literally feel him putting a distance between him and whatever questions I'm about to blurt out. My lips press together as he turns to look out the window. This was one of the many questions he planned to evade? I sigh and get up, but before I walk away, he grabs my arm.
“It’s not something I usually like to talk about.” Seth mutters and I feel like rolling my eyes and putting up a scene.
What did he ever like to talk about?!
“We did not part on friendly grounds and we’re both rather bitter about plenty of things. We tend to avoid each other as much as possible.” I sit back down as he speaks and he slowly laces his fingers with mine. “We have di
