Katie found my phone, and I could see her scrolling through the contacts.
“It isn’t worth it, Katie,” I grabbed my phone and she handed it over, not willing to fight me on calling him.
“Good. You shouldn’t ask him questions. You shouldn’t ever talk to him again! I knew this would happen, I absolutely knew …”
Vick cut her off. “We don’t know why he was there yet. We have to give him a chance to explain.”
“No, we don’t,” Katie blurted. “What the fuck is wrong with him?”
There was a better question to be asked. One that started to eat at me after I went to my bedroom, telling my friends I just needed time to think.
I stewed on the reason why he would go there, I thought about what the fuck was wrong with him like Katie asked.
Ultimately, the better question was what was wrong with me? I’d been so careful about letting people in. Why was I never careful enough with him?