A mixture of emotions run through my veins as we drive away from Fairhope. But the strongest emotion of all is anger. The people that used to be in my life treated me badly and betrayed me, yet now they somehow think that they lay claim on me, that I owe them something.
The drive has been silent so far; I have been too caught up in my thoughts to speak. Troy’s knuckles are white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. Back outside the Diner was the first time that I have seen him lose his cool. He’s always so calm and collected that I figure what just happened really bothered him for some reason.
“Are you okay” I ask, finally breaking the silence.
“It should be me asking you that. I’m sorry for my behaviour back there, but seeing Jacob impose himself on you like that drove me cra
