Chapter Eleven

“Did you have a fight or something?” Chaise asked. “He sounded like he wanted to ram his car into a tree.”

Denise shook her head. “We did not even speak to each other the whole way. He’s just a jerk sometimes. Well, he always seemed angry. He outcasts himself, engages in fights. And in his condition… he should have been very careful.”

“Condition?” Chaise echoed as we all went inside my house.

I closed the door behind me. I didn’t have to wait for Denise’s response. I know what she meant by Hunter’s condition. He just had a successful corneal transplant. He should take care of his eyes because a simple head trauma alone might cause him to lose his eyesight again.

“Hunter had a car accident that killed my aunt, his mom,” Denise said. “It… blinded him.”

Chaise’s eyes widened. “Blind? He didn’t look blind to me.”