"Are you ready to talk?"
Flynn's comment cut right through my silent panicked state, and if I'm honest I wasn't sure that I was ready to talk.
"Come over here and sit with me, I'm not talking to your back."
My heart filled with foreboding and I fought the urge to run. I didn't think my already fractured heart could face another devastating blow. How could I bear to lose someone else I loved? There was no way I'd have survived that, but having no knowledge of this thing between us was slowly killing me anyway.
Whatever his past, I'd fallen for him. I wasn't sure I was ready for whatever he'd been hiding, but it was something I had to face.
"Just tell me," I'd said quietly, my eyes fixated on the smoked black glass of the oven door. I could see his legs and part of his body in it. Flynn had been sitting with his leg crossed over with his ankle resting on his knee. He put his foot flat beside the other on the floor and straightened up on the sofa.