Chapter 47

Dexter hated this part. Because Daisuke was right. He was absolutely right in not wanting to tell him anything about Colin. He shouldn’t have. Dexter couldn’t do this. He should have never tried in the first place. He told Colin they’d see where they’d go. This was it. No further. Why did Dexter think it’d ever get any more than this anyway? He’d even been to a bunch of therapists for this shit. Bunch of quacks they were, telling him he needed to give relationships a chance. Give trust a chance. Like they had any fucking clue what was like. What did they know about giving trust a chance when nearly everyone had proved to him otherwise. His father, every foster home he bounced to, all the people who pitied him. No, he’d spare himself from reliving that heartache whenever he could. He ditched each of those therapists like a bad habit.

And yet…the thought of not having Colin? It hurt so much he wanted to double over. A physical pain inside and out.