Chapter Eleven
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” I said, staring at the ceiling. “A lot no one really knows about me.”
“Like what?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbow.
I wanted to look at her, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I knew what would happen when I told her the truth. Her eyes would change. Fear would sneak in. Every aspect of her would shift. She’d start to pull away.
I didn’t blame her. But it would hurt to watch.
“I’ve always been a photographer. I wanted to travel the world. The town I grew up in was small, suffocating when I was a kid. I dreamed of seeing all the different places I read about in books. The pyramids in Egypt. The Great Wall of China. Hawaii. The only place I ever visited growing up was Niagara Falls because it was less than an hour away fro
