Because Of You

***Victor***

I had questions. A lot of them.

Questions that clawed at the back of my skull the moment consciousness fully returned to me—questions layered on top of confusion, pain, and a deep, gnawing sense that something was wrong. Most of those questions would turn into arguments. Possibly fights. Definitely explosions.

That was the only reason I wasn’t asking them yet.

Not now. Not when Hazel