-Elijah-
I sat there telling Hunter pretty much the same story I had shared with my uncle. Hunter nodded occasionally, remaining quiet like my uncle had, and when I finished, silence enveloped us. Only our slow, steady breathing broke the stillness, and Hunter’s expression was unreadable.
“So, you see why I should go, why I shouldn’t be near her, right?” I asked.
“Actually, it sounds like you did him a favor. I mean, the i***t clearly wanted to die.”
“You don’t know that. He came home!” I argued.
“Probably to kill himself again, to avoid long visits with different therapists before being let out,” he countered.
“He might not have wanted to kill himself!” I insisted.
“Elijah, he told you to. Pack. Your. Bags! He clearly didn’t want you around while he finished the job!”
Maybe… I cou
