Brody
“I can’t believe how you lucked out.”
I was sorting through the food Gayle brought for me before she headed to the hotel for the night. Really, it was nothing more than a stall tactic. Even after she and Shanna had gone through the cabin, top to bottom, she was still worried. I wasn’t hiding anything.
I wasn’t an alcoholic, but I got it. I did. I hadn’t been acting like a normal person with normal problems for the last eight months.
I patted her arm. “I will be fine. I promise.” I saw her disbelief. Her lips pressed together. “This was a wake-up call.” As much as I hated to admit it, it was. “It’s time to work through some of my grief about Kyle.”
Her eyes clouded over. “You never talk about him, you know?”
“I know.”
When I did, I wanted to hurt something. I wanted to punch ho
