19
EMORY
All of the heat that had been in Gray’s eyes was gone, and what was left was icy and empty. I held the sheet up over my breasts and leaned back against the headboard. While Gray was naked and sitting sideways on the bed, it felt better being covered for this, wanting only the other Gray, the eager-for-me Gray, to see my body.
“My father was, is, an asshole.” Gray leaned down, resting his forearms on his thighs. He wasn’t looking at me, but at the far wall although I wasn’t sure if he was even seeing it. He was looking into his past, into his memories, and I dreaded what he was going to say.
“He used to hit my mom. All I remember from when I was little is them shouting, the sound of the slaps, her crying. I would hide in the closet.”
The words came out short and clipped, dark
