I need to talk to Cayden, but today proved that neither of us is ready to take that first step. Some may call me weak for not facing my demons, but the truth is, I don’t know if I’m ready. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to hear the atrocities of my past. The small insights are enough.
Head down and lost in my own little world, I’m not looking where I’m going, that is, until I bump straight into someone. “I am so…” But my sentence remains unfinished because when I see who stands before me, I doubt I’ll ever be able to speak again.
“You,” gasps Hazel, blinking twice as if to ascertain that I’m really here. “You have some nerve showing your face here. How dare you come back.”
There was a time when I was utterly desperate to uncover the secrets of my past, but now that I’ve been given a
