Ghost stopped walked. His body tensed up as his spine steeled. The slow turn of his head to stare at me in shock at what I’d just said was almost more than I could handle.
“I don’t know what to say,” he whispered.
The two of us didn’t know each other on that level yet. He’d only just found out about tiny pieces of my life before I’d come here. Sure, he’d shared monumental pieces of his life too, but this felt so much more intimate.
I could tell anyone about my parents or my experience with the Eradication like it was the same as telling them what I’d had for breakfast. But the miscarriages. The guilt. That s**t was buried deep. Along with almost everything that I felt exposed the person that I truly was.
“I’m sorry,” I chewed on the inside of my cheek, “I retract my previous statem
