Everett
I had spent the afternoon with Aubrey at her place. She has been quiet, mostly, but she hasn’t once asked me to leave. Maybe we are making some progress, or she is tired of telling me to leave her alone and has gotten nowhere.
“Are you hungry? I could make us some lunch,” she says, breaking the silence.
I immensely enjoyed the silence that was between us, but at least she is speaking.
“Sure,” I reply.
I am getting a little hungry. She smiles and slowly gets to her feet.
“Is your back still sore?”
“A little, but it will ease.” She shrugs and disappears to the kitchen.
I sigh and get to my feet. She is still in more pain than she likes to admit. I can’t help but wonder what happened in her past with the way she flinched. I know it too well. I did the same when I was a
