Chapter 82

Karsyn

He isn’t saying anything and that’s maybe the scariest thing about this situation. I’ve never known Tucker to be a man of no words. Few words? Yes. More often than not, but speechless? Never. The longer he stays quiet, the more disconcerting it is.

“You’re gonna have to explain this to me babe, what the fuck happened?” He pulls away from me, pushing himself up into a sitting position.

I sit up too, grabbing the sheet up to shield my nakedness from him. I’m about to lay myself vulnerable and the comfort is needed. The breath I take isn’t nearly deep enough, but it will have to do. “We lived in Tennessee,” I start. “Jackson, and my dad was working for an aluminum plant. Mom was staying at home back then, but that day she had a doctor’s appointment. Thirteen was old enough for me to stay by myself, obviously.” I grin.

He smirks. “I think I was staying by myself at six.”

“You’ve always been an overachiever.”