"I don't want you to get used to it, darlin. I want you to love it. You ain't there yet," she said, his response only serving to solidify that fact in her mind.
When he asked about the pills, she tensed. Shane didn't know about her haunts and her nightmares and everything else. To him, she was normal. Normal. Something she hadn't been in six years, something she really could barely remember ever being most days. Telling him meant him blaming himself, and she didn't want that; didn't know how to make him understand it wasn't his doing, when his actions really were the starting point. "I take a lot of medicines for things; have since I was little," she said, hoping he'd leave it there.