“Well, you don’t have to hold it in anymore if you don’t want to. I’m here to listen. I don’t judge. Especially not you,” says Austin. My heart skips a few beats. Suddenly I begin to regret ever saying anything about my life. I panic a little and Austin clearly notices this. He squeezes my hand in his. “I’m not pressuring you into talking about it. If you don’t want to, we can move on from this topic,” he says softly. I shake my head. “It’s fine.”
“When I was very young both of my parents died suddenly. I was too young to remember them. Only two years old. Apparently, it was a car crash, but I don’t know if I believe that. I was then in the care of my loving grandmother until the age of five. At this stage I had as normal of a childhood as any five-year-old would. I loved my grandma, she
