Having first entered college, Natalie was the type of girl that would take a hurtful conversation and let it roll off of her skin; at least in the appearance of the hurtful conversationalist attacking her with their cruel vocalization. But after everything she had been through with Jackson, Natalie would not let Kenton slip through her fingers without a proper explanation. And so as he made his way down the steps of the house and into the basement, which happened to be his sacred space when they were teenagers, she followed in suit-much to his chagrin.
“Please Natalie-”
“You can’t say something like that and just leave! First, it’s very confusing!”
“Can we talk about this back in Pennsylvania? Just get through this weekend?”
“Until when? We go back and you pick up every double so you
