My breath hitches as reality slaps me in the face. I run a hand through my hair in agitation and try to take a deep breath as if flooding my body with oxygen might make this somewhat bearable. I know that no matter how much I try to steel myself the memories are going to hurt. Tears gather at the corner of my eyes but I’m determined to keep them at bay. I have already shed far too many over that particular fucker.
Seeing my distress, Jackson quickly says, “You don’t have to tell me. Only if you want to. But I would truly like to understand, Kat.”
My mind is already swirling as I’m transported back into a past I would much rather forget…
“Garry, I have something I need to tell you.” I pace back and forth in front of the very confused man who is sitting patiently on my sofa. It has taken
