“Hiding?”“I just spent the afternoon telling Muireann a few things.”Lara’s eyes widened quite a bit. “And by few things, you mean... ?”�...�How we swim, obviously. And about our dad ... And Frej, too.”I gazed at her. And even Truth, Lara. All of it... “Did you just say ‘our dad’?” Tommy echoed, surprise heavy in his voice.“Yeah, I did. Tommy, there’s some things about our family we never came out and told you, because we didn’t know what you and Muireann would think of it. But that’s ending. Moving as fast as I could, I caught Sever just before she could touch Sally.The pain of being cut by razors was there again. I almost let her go instinctively, but stopped myself, knowing it was what she wanted. Her tactic hadn't been to actually hurt anyone else, but to force me to touch her and therefore hurt me by my means rather than her own.With a glance I caught Sally's wide eyes, but she was gone just as quickly. She put her car between her and us and watched our continuing struggle.Pain. .. maybe even do more." She paused. And when it became obvious I wasn't going to say anything she added, "I'd need this. Please?"I immediately looked her in the eyes. "Why? Why exactly do you need this? Can you tell me?"She thought a moment then looking away as if ashamed she mouthed the word, "No."I sat down next to her on the bed and covered her back up. I gently put my hand on the side of her face, and rubbed her cheek with my thumb and asked, "Does this have anything to do with the fact you. A few minutes later we were pulling into her driveway. She looked hesitant to get out and go inside. ‘I’m not excited to see the mess inside,’ she confessed. He didn’t blame her. She sighed and walked inside, cringing a little at the disarray of furniture and at her broken bedroom door. ‘You know, I’m not exactly a carpenter, but I could fix that for you. That is, if you want me to.’ It seemed like an innocent offer, but I was looking for any excuse to see her again. There was something about.