Chapter14:

I have not once, ever, not even as a small child, cried in front of Dane, never in front of anyone, not even Elisa. I learned long ago that crying upset my mom and made her sit me down for a therapy chat, which was torture, so I ensured I didn’t. She had enough going on, and tears seemed only to exasperate our situation when she was going through the divorce. I would cry only when I was sure no one would see me doing it, and that has never changed. Dane seems as shocked as I am. “Kayla?” Dane's tone drops, his face pales, and he steps toward me, reaching for my face with an outstretched hand. “Just go….. go to your room .. and live….. live … in your little self-centered cocoon of ignorance… whe…. where you don’t have to give a shit about me or anyone else, certainly not our problems. And not me.” I spin away from him, stuttering and spluttering through my wretched sobs and breath, gasping like a pathetic fool. I march back into my room to escape him seeing me this way, wiping my face,