- Tesla Williams -
I wrap my hair in a towel and another around my body as water droplets start to dissipate from my skin, drying with the air. I make my way to the kitchen where Graham is cooking dinner. I want to talk about what happened with Brock and I know that I can do that with Graham. I know he won't judge me or hate me for something I had no control over.
I find him at the fridge, his hands digging around in the drawers. I lean a hip against the counter and set my eyes on him.
"I met him at a bar in Charleston right after I turned twenty-one. I went there for vacation and ended up staying for a little while. Long enough to find an apartment and get a job, that is," I start. His head whips up and he turns around. He crosses his arms at his chest.
"You don't have to do this, ba
