Chapter 117 All This Time

• Laird’s POV
• Fenella and I were still sitting on the balcony. Even as night fell, we devoted our time fully to understanding each other. I was already on my third cigarette.
• At first, I thought I wanted to bury all the bad memories from high school, but it turned out that those feelings kept piling up. Resentment and trauma remained. So, I gave Fenella and myself the chance to talk about it. There was no need to avoid or hide the frustrations I'd been holding onto for so long.