“I didn’t know who was worse, Mason or them. I spent two years in rehab and PTSD treatment, and then we moved back to Liverpool.
My mother tried to reach out several times, but I shut her out. I shut everyone out. I joined high school here and I would just be in the library or the tower.
Then I turned eighteen, and Zach moved in. We met at basketball practice. We became friends. I owe so much to him. He- “
He sniffs and I sit silently listening. I’m paralyzed by now, unable to think straight.
A selfish part of me is satisfied that Nate trusts me enough to share everything with me. And at the same time I am beyond petrified at the horrible, horrible things he has emerged from.
This is why Zach and Nate are such good friends. They both have had a f****d up history. Inefficient childho
