I left for work a few hours later, but avoided Brock like the plague before I did. Scott annoyingly came in again, but I had nothing to do with him. Preston picked me up and brought me back home. He left for work soon after, but I spent the evening up in our bedroom instead of downstairs with Brock. The next day, he left.
Despite Preston's and I close moment after everything Brock had accused, something felt off. Preston, though remaining loving and as caring as ever, seemed a bit distant. I tried to chalk it up to him drudgingup painful memories from his past, but I got the uneasy feeling it was something else. Something about
me.
I tried to push away my insecurities. I was being paranoid because of stupid Brock and his stupid
accusations. But the feeling wouldn't fade.
We were suppo
