Chapter Thirteen

Shannon’s POV

“Shannon?”

I heard my name being called as I blinked rapidly, trying to regain control of my reality. It’s been a while since I left myself consumed by thoughts from the past but it had happened today.

I turned my attention back to Robin, who was still in the room, wearing a look of concern on his face.

“Yes? I’m sorry, I lost track of time. Did you say something?”

“I was watching your face contort and the expressions were mainly ones of anguish. Did something bad happen, Shannon?” Robin asked me.

I opened my mouth to speak but I snapped it shut, deciding to pick my next words carefully. I hadn’t known that he had been watching me out during the times I was zoned out while he had continued talking to me and I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be impressed or feel bare.

“I find it difficult to trust people when my instinct tells me that they’re bad news and my walls are my way of protecting myself from feeling betrayed or worse, hurt or heartbroken. Keeping everyone a