Ace pulled away from me as if I’d slapped him. “Car accident?” he demanded. “Why are you asking about that?”

His reaction made me pause. There was fear in his expression…trepidation. It was unexpected and more than a little unsettling.

Ace and I hadn’t talked about the car accident much, despite it being one of the more traumatic experiences of my life.

I’d always got the sense he didn’t like talking about it—that it had been as traumatic for him as it had been for me, no doubt from seeing me in so much pain.

Plus, I didn’t remember any of it, and it’s hard to talk about something you...