Page 17 of A Constant Reminder

All Sam did was nod. Defeat was written all over her face…until she looked at me and pure anger showed instead.

After we saw the detective out, I turned to her to speak, but she held her hand up.

“No. I talk. What the hell, Ty? What were you guys talking about, and why didn’t anyone tell me?”

I reached out to take her hand in mine, but she pulled away. “Sam, they didn’t tell you because every time they would try to bring him up, you didn’t want to hear it. They knew you had moved on and didn’t want to keep making you relive it.” My voice was calm as I tried to get her to understand.

Her jaw was still clenched tightly. “I don’t like being talked about behind my back.”

“I’m sorry, Sam. They were just trying to give me as much information as possible to give the police. We didn’t want you to keep having to hear about him or anything that brought up all the bad.”

“Too late, Ty! The bad was brought up when he attacked me again! The bad is always there, and it gets worse when people tiptoe around me!”

I held my hands up as if waving my white flag. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hidden anything from you.”

She nodded and walked in the other room without another word, and I felt like a complete dick.

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