Hudson looks at me, waiting for what I was trying to say, but no matter how many times I try, the words won’t come. My chest contracts, and panic knocks my thoughts into disarray faster than a tornado.For years, I was silent by choice. Now, choking and straining and silently screaming, I actually know what it’s like to be silenced.
Horace’s eyes get wide, and he glances between me and the house. “Every time I think I got a grip on this crazy shit going on in your head, I realize I don’t know the half of it, do I?”My eyes tracing the red trim of the house, I shake my head. “Not even close.