65|To Properly Grieve

~Declan~

“I woke up in a safe house two days after the accident, disoriented with broken ribs and unable to stand,” I continued. Gavin kept staring at the wall as though he wanted to burn a hole in it.

“I asked you….” he murmured through gritted teeth. “I asked you what happened. You told me none of this. Why?”

Sipping my beer, I reminisced about the day Gavin came at me. I couldn’t come to Tessa’