XXIV. Moments

His hard gaze promptly softens when he saw the terrified expression on my face.

Killiad cleared his throat, gazing at me mournfully. “I'm sorry, my University days were not as fun as everyone else.”

I gulped nodding my head not saying anything.

“Wife,” I stole a glance at him before looking away again. I don't want to say anything that could trigger a fight that I couldn't win.

‘But Killiad is not Brad, Elle. Stop comparing two different people.’ a voice in my head chided.

Triggers. Words or actions that sometimes could change our mood drastically. It's part of the trauma caused by accidents or situations we don't what to go back to.

Maybe Killiad was no different than me. Perhaps he's battling his own demons in silence.

My terror was triggered by Killiad’s abrupt change in demeanor. While Killiad’s changed in demeanor change when I asked about his University.

“Yes,” I