Chapter 22 Traumas

• I had no idea what I could possibly say at this point. I didn’t want to have to answer this—it was such an absurd reality that all I could think about was burying myself in a deep hole and staying there forever.
• My heart was pounding so hard I could almost hear it echoing in the silence that had settled between us. William’s words were still etched in my mind, each one sharp as a blade.
• He didn’t yell; he didn’t need to. The calm in his voice was worse than any outburst of anger. And now, there I was, frozen, trying to find something—anything—to say. But the words wouldn’t come.