“You’re a selfish bastard,” he continued, his true age finally showing in his face. He was just a young, lost boy, for f**k’s sake.
“Selfish?” I tugged at my hair and let out a bitter laugh. “I almost killed you, Kellan! How could I have stayed?”
“Kill me?” He scowled, his anger shifting to confusion. “Why? Couldn’t control your temper long enough in front of your kid?”
“What? No! You ran to hug me and almost touched my skin. After your grandmother, I just... I couldn’t stay and put you in danger.”
“What’s wrong with your skin?” Kellan looked me up and down, taking in the gloves and long sleeves that covered every inch of me except my face.
The question stopped me cold. He…didn’t know? After all these years, he had no idea why I’d really left?
“What do you mean? I’m talking about the
