[Thad’s POV]
“Do you want to hear a story?”
As I speak the words, the demons start to awaken within me, and for the first time since coming to America, I actually allow myself to relive that time. It was funny that for the past five years that I have been here, I never wanted to acknowledge what happened back at that place, with the trash-filled streets and the druggies huddled beneath newspapers and torn rags.
“A story?” Brielle whispers, giving me a look of confusion. “Does this look like the time for..."
“It does,” I confirm, stopping her before another bout of mania erupts. “There couldn’t be a better time.”
Even if it would hurt like hell to tell her my story, it would help get her mind off of whatever it was that was haunting her to the point of wanting to end it all. I could on
