Ian 5

CHLOE POV (one week later) 

"So, did you ever speak to your friends' families," I ask as Ian stares down at his ankle for focus? 

"I wrote them both a letter while I was in the hospital. I told them every detail I could remember of the entire night, and then I told them how sorry I am. I don't know if they read them. Caleb's dad isn't........well he isn't a very good guy. Real quick to anger....it was probably a good thing I couldn't attend their funerals," he answers bitterly before giving up on his exercise and leaning his head back. 

"Well, I'm sure they appreciated the thought. Even if they are angry. You probably answered all their questions by going into detail," I state as I grab his foot to reposition him. 

Ian locks his eyes to mine, and irritation flashes in their depths. I brace myself expectantly. Ian has not been shy with his words through any of our sessions. In fact, the more comfortable he gets around me, the harsher hi