January is cold. But, Mother Nature's cold shoulder is nothing compared to the cold emotions brewing within Jesse. There is nothing I can do to console him-
He hates Megan. And, I fear the two of them will never reconcile. She is remorseful, it's true. And, Jesse suspects foul-play.
It feels like we've grown apart since the... incident-Jesse and me-but, it's hard to tell exactly how he's taking it. Sometimes, he mumbles something about it being his fault.
Months ago, I felt Megan's desperate hands at my back; and just as quickly, the warmth of her touch disappeared. Seconds after, I tumbled-rather violently-down a flight of stairs.
I told my mother I had fallen. I told Jesse the same thing, but he has a harder time believing it. My lie is enough to keep him at bay for the moment. If he finds out the truth, I can't bring myself to think of what he'd do-