Silence Reveals Hidden Answers’ by Michael Anderson novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32

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I don’t know. After I thought about it, Harvey’s bruised hands doesn’t sit right with me.

So even as the sky darkens, like a storm is about to crack open, I find myself going to his villa anyway. I tell myself it’s just to make sure he’s using ointment.

It’s probably a bad idea to check on him right now. I don’t trust myself around him after what happened between us. And if we’re going on a date, we probably shouldn’t keep… you know. Hold off on having sex. But deep down, in the quiet part of my heart, I can see myself being Harvey’s girlfriend. It seemed impossible before but it’s not like that anymore.

Plus, Nate and David are staying in his villa, too, so obviously nothing will happen while they’re here. As I reach, I notice that Harvey’s villa is way bigger than everyone else’s.

“He went out with his dad,” David says when he opens his door. “Not sure when he’ll be back, but you can wait in his bedroom.” He winks.

Harvey’s bedroom.

That doesn’t sound like a terrible idea.

“Come in, come in!” Nate pulls me inside just as a flash of lightning cracks across the sky. Before he shuts the door, he mutters, “Oh, oh.” He and David exchange a look like the lightning is a sign of impending doom.

Weird.

“His bedroom is-”

“Upstairs,” they say in unison, like creepy twin butlers. I squint at them before turning and heading up the massive staircase from the living area.

Halfway up, I spot a full gaming room and scoff under my breath. Of course he has this. Harvey’s villa really is better than everyone else’s, and I don’t even know why. Upstairs, I hesitate, then choose a door purely based on vibes. When I step inside, the first thing that hits me is his smell. Him. Clean, smoky, something dark underneath it that makes my stomach flip just by breathing it in. Yeah. This is definitely his room.

I’m holding the ointment around like it’s my excuse for being here. I’m wearing an oversized T-shirt that hangs to mid-thigh with nothing but panties under.

I was overthinking coming here so I just left in whatever

His bed catches my eye anyway.

It’s perfectly made. Grey sheets, expensive in that Harvey way I’ve come to know of. Like no one’s allowed to wrinkle it unless he says so. Thunder rattles the high-rise windows before exploding into a full-on storm. Rain lashes against the glass so hard it almost looks angry.

I turn toward his closet just to distract myself.

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Hoodies. So many hoodies. Brown, grey, black, white…no color. Of course. Harvey has always hated bright things, like colors ask questions he doesn’t want to answer. For the wedding though… I bite my lip. I want him in something colorful. Just once. I want to see what that looks like on him.

His closet is dim as I walk into it and I notice a framed picture on a shelf. It looks like a woman. I move closer to check it out, and my heart skips. It’s his mom. Angela. She ran a foster care home we during high school.

“What the hell are you doing here?!”

Thunder cracks at the exact same moment his voice fills the room, sharp and furious, and I gasp so hard my chest hurts. My fingers slip and the frame drops from my hands.

Glass shatters.

I spin around and Harvey is standing there, half-shadowed by the storm light, hair slightly damp, shoulders broad enough to block the doorway. He looks… scary.

We both look down at the same time.

The frame is destroyed.

“I-” I am dropping to my knees instantly but Harvey lunges forward and yanks me up before I can touch it.

“I’m sorry! I was just-”

“Snooping around? Yeah, I can see that!” His voice is flat.

He crouches, carefully lifting the photo free, brushing glass away with his hand like he doesn’t even care if it cuts him. Then he stands and there’s a cold glare on his face.

“Harvey, I’m so sorry, I… I came here to make sure your knuckles were okay. I swear I didn’t mean to snoop.”

“It’s fine,” he interrupts. “My knuckles are fine too.”

Dismissive. Flat. Like I’m… nothing. Like I’m in the way. It’s so sudden, so different from the guy who looked at me in the mirror and made sure I knew I was his.

“Did I-” My voice drops. “Harvey… did I do something?”

Thunder crashes again, loud enough to shake the walls, breaking the silence for a split second. He drags a hand through his hair as if frustration is rolling off him in waves, and for the first time since he walked in, he Jooks torn.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Say and I dint mind sayig nit as many times as I wish.

“No. Can you… can you just leave for now?”

“Are you okay?” I step closer, but he just walks out of the closet. “Harvey, for god’s sake, will there ever be a time when you tell me something that’s wrong with you and not hide it from me?”

“I said nothing!” He turns, and all the sharp angles of his back are tense before he starts walking again.

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I chase after him. Another flash of lightning cuts across the sky, so bright it makes him flinch. I see his throat bob as he swallows hard. Almost as if he’s… No. There’s no way. Harvey is scared of the sound of thunder and the flash of lightning?

No. I saw him beat those guys to a pulp last night. There’s no freaking way in God’s green earth that he… Is Harvey afraid of thunder?

“Harvey.” I move closer and take his hand, trying to make him look at me. I’m trying to remember… Back in high school, now that I think about it. Harvey never came out in heavy rain with lightning and thunder. If it was storming, he’d wait inside until it stopped. A twinge pulls at my chest. How stupid have I been not to notice?

I let go of his hand and rush to the windows, yanking the heavy curtains shut so he doesn’t have to see the flashes.

“You don’t have to do anything.” Harvey says.

But as soon as I face him, I guide him to sit on the edge of his bed and sit right beside him, our thighs touching.

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