Vanessa exited the room and grabbed Darren’s hand to drag him along.
“Where are we going?” Darren asked. Her face was disoriented. She didn’t look mad, just hurt. “Did I...I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset everything like that.”
“What? You didn’t, not really.” She sighed. “He just needs some space. I should be the one apologizing for his behavior. He’s usually not an asshole, not to those who don’t deserve it at least. I hope you didn’t take what he said too literally. I don’t know what’s been up with him lately.”
“He’s not wrong. I am practically a stranger to him, to all of you.” he thought back to the night of the lock in. He’d chosen not to talk about what he heard, wasn’t really his place. It wasn’t like he was her boyfriend. “Has he always been that defensive...
