Trigger warning for SA, child abuse, and drug/alcohol use. The table was oak, I could still feel the groove in the shape of a ring on my fingertips. Someone had left a glass on the table allowing the condensation to seep into the wood. My face down, eye level with a dirty ash tray, chest digging into the table. Oak wood, groove on the table, focus on that. A hand slid into my hair, tugging at my already sore scalp. .... Tess is in her senior year of high school at a new school when the unthinkable happens and she begins to crumble to pieces with no one to help put her back together. That was until she meets him. Though she can't put a finger on why she wants to see him, speak to him. Who was she to pry into someone and their secrets anyways. Her secret, they could never know.