“What was that about?” he asks.
Although I broke down and cried in front of him, something I seem to be doing a lot more here lately, I am not opening up to him about my past. The most he is going to get is what I let slip, that will leave him guessing for a while as to what is my fault.
“How about that. I always wondered what you called a hysterical girl in the rain. Glad I have the title now.”
I smile despite my mood. “I can be helpful when I need to be.”
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