Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Eight

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY EIGHT

Sarah’s hold is tight as I rest my head against her chest, trying to get myself under control.

She doesn’t let go of me, even when I stop shaking.

I don’t know how much time has passed but she hasn’t stopped stroking my head, trying to comfort me.

At some point, I finally mutter, “I’m okay. I’m fine.”

Her arms tighten around me, momentarily and then she let’s go. But she doesn’t move away.

I don’t meet her gaze, feeling ashamed.

I can feel that she wants to say something and a moment later, she does. But it’s not what I was expecting.

“How long has this been going on for?”

Her words are not soft but sharp and she sounds a little upset. Or maybe I’m just projecting.

I scratch my head, still not looking at her, “Don’t worry about -“

“How long, Lucas?”

This time there is no hiding the anger in her voice and my jaw tightens, “Does it matter? It’s my problem. It’ll go away.”

“That’s not an answer.”