Davis had told me repeatedly I didn't have to knock, but this wasn't my house. As much as I loved Davis, there was still some piece of him I hadn't quite connected with. It certainly wasn't due to lack of trying, but there was a barrier between his past and me.
It wasn't that I thought he was hiding anything per se; he just didn't want to relive it or share it, but I believed firmly that our pasts cultivated who we were today. Good and bad experiences shape who we become, and I wanted to know all of him. Yet other than that brief bit about his ex-wife, I knew very little about his life prior to me.