The Secret

You could say my radar is a little broken. Charmers. Cheaters. The worst of the worst. It took me all of ten seconds to work out that he was nothing like that …
 
Blond hair, broad shoulders, heartbreaking smile. So maybe I was bowled over. A little starry-eyed.
 
Especially when he didn’t shy away from all my sass. Gave as good as he got. So I didn’t ask too much. Didn’t probe when he answered a question with a question.
 
I guess I thought he had secrets. Yeah … well … I have a few of those myself. It’ll all come out in its own good time. At least that’s what I thought.
 
But then I was forced to think about it. Forced to confront the fact that I knew nothing about him. And then I got mad. Really mad. And I went looking for answers.