My body tensed. “It’s nothing I want to remember.”
“Why not? You don’t ever tell us about your life before you came here. It’s like some big secret or something. What, you commit a crime or something?” Trent looked two steps away from strangling her.
“Or something,” I muttered. Loudly, I declared, “I’ll be fine. I need to get ready for work. Excuse me.”
I left the kitchen and headed for my bedroom, ignoring Trent calling after me and the argument that began after that. When Shirley got the bit in her teeth about something, she rarely let it go. I liked her well enough, but I could take only so much, depending on her mood. Trent must be a saint, or the nookie was that good.
She would never understand about my past, and I didn’t want to think about that because it would bring up thoughts of Thorn, and I should let that go.