#Chapter21
/"So long as they don't nick anything, it's all good./" His hand reached out. Almost lowered onto my shoulder before he seemed to think better of it and snatched it back. /"What's on your mind, Isaac? For real. You can talk to me. About anything. No judgement./"
I was tempted to test that theory and throw in some bogus tall-tale about sacrificing kitten's hearts to Satan. But then again, given his profession, he'd probably have a been-there-and-done-it guide for it.
He had no idea how hard those words were for me to say. He had no idea how much pride I had to sacrifice to utter them. But eventually, I caved. /"You said I was unhappy./" Why did my nails suddenly seem so interesting? Oh right. Meant I didn't have to look at his stupid fucking face. /"That I hadn't been for a long time. And — and I thought about it./"
