I knew from the moment that I stepped into the car that this was going to be one of the hardest talks of my life. I studied Masey’s face as I adjusted myself into the passenger seat. Her face was blank, but her eyes seemed perked with curiosity.
“Is it about May?” she asked finally.
I took a deep breath to calm the anger that filled me. When she said May’s name, I couldn’t help but notice the chill in her tone.
“Kind of, but let me start,” I said.
In the back of mind I was praying that I would be able to keep a hold on my temper long enough for things to go well.
“Okay,” Masey said uncertainly.
“I want us to start over. I know that we got off on the wrong foot. I’m just not used to having anyone look out for us. It’s been just me and May for as long as I could remember. I know I neve
