45.

The thing about pasts, is that they should stay that way.

Nosey people like me never learn, and he didn't like being interrogated.

But as always, I was too selfish to think about how others felt.

"What sort of complications?" I raise a brow at him, and go to place my fork on the side of the plate, giving him my full attention.

"Sorry, Dove. You had one question," he grins, knowing what he had done, but I still pressed on.

"Well, yeah. This doesn't count, it's a follow up question."

"That's not how this works."

"That's how a conversation works."

"Look, Dove. I really don't feel like talking about it. I left early for a reason, and you bringing it up now is just bullshit."

He moves around the kitchen counter corner, and goes back into the bedroom, leaving me to feel like shit for asking.

But he was right - I didn't need to know everything. I was getting too close, too personal, for no reason.