Carrigan
Kaitlyn and I were opening together the next day, and I was grateful for it. I didn’t have anyone else to talk to, let alone someone to put any trust in besides Royce.
Kaitlyn had been slightly different after the incident with those men, especially after punching two of them in the face. Maybe the phrase was overprotective? Perhaps she was worried about me. Whatever it was, Kaitlyn wasn’t allowing me to keep my worries to myself. Now we talked about what was happening in my life.
She never asked why I’d punched the men in the face. She’d just assumed that it was because they were being horrible. While that was partly why fists had been flying, it wasn’t everything.
It was the implication that came with their words. It was the meaning hiding in their insults and horrible behavior. It was the past that I refused to share. It was always something pertaining to the past I wanted to hide from.