“For the record,” Damien said two days later. “I think this is incredibly stupid.”
Kellan stood next to me, holding my hand, and grunted. “For the record, no one asked you.”
“Shut up.” I held tight to Kellan’s hand, speaking to both and right then, the ground began to quake. “He’s coming.”
Two nights ago, Damien came to the bedroom. He stood in the doorway, his hands folded in front of him, and we could both feel the confession coming. It came off him in waves. Shame. Guilt. Embarrassment. And then he started by saying, “I’ve been lying to you.”
I knew a whole lot of s**t was about to be laid on our laps and I closed my eyes, just for a moment. I needed to prepare myself, and after a few more seconds, I nodded to Damien. “Tell us everything.”
He did, later standing across the table fr
