Chapter 17 — His Past is a Wound

He didn't talk about his family.

But that night, I found him on the porch, shaking.

He didn't notice me until I sat beside him.

"You okay?"

He stared ahead. "My mom overdosed when I was twelve."

Silence.

"I haven't told anyone that before."

I took his hand. He let me.

"I'm not anyone," I said.

He finally looked at me. "No. You're not."