Chapter 92
Briar
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I had left this morning giddy, but that all went south as I tried to lose myself in work. Carter
didn’t deserve to have to deal with this broken part of me, no matter how much I wanted him
to be the one who helped make me feel again. The numbness had returned with my guilt. It
felt like Creedon’s claws sinking into me all over again. No matter how much Carter wanted to
be this light that drew me from the darkness, he wouldn’t understand, unless I told him how
deep the trauma had set in; I was just realizing it myself. Over the last few weeks, the
strength I had gained in my body had given me a false sense of hopefulness. My train of
thought after this morning had spiraled. I hadn’t wanted to face him as I tried to process it
all. He saw too much.
He pulled the chicken fried steak from in front of me and shoved the burger in its place. I
rolled my eyes, he knew me too well, but for once, I wasn’t trying to mask it. There wasn’t a
point with him, it was like he was always trying to pull me out of the hole before I got there,
and now that he found me in it, I was digging my heels in because it was only fair he saw it
for what it was.
We ate quietly and when I couldn’t force another bite down. I pushed the rest of my fries at
him. He just shut the box and stacked it with his empty one.
“Briar, what gives? Did I push you too far?”
“No, it’s not you,”
“Then what is it?”
“It’s not something easy for me to talk about. I told you some of it, but I feel I owe you the
entire truth, that’s what’s weighing on me. I can’t help but think you don’t know what you’re
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