her.”
There wasn’t a trace of guilt in his voice.
I backed away before anyone saw me and stumbled outside, collapsing onto a concrete bench with my face in my hands.
My phone buzzed.
It was my mother.
“Chloe, your father just finalized the lease for the house in Tucson,” she said warmly. “We’re moving next week, and there’s still plenty of room if you want to come along.”
For months, I had refused because of Brendan.
I looked at the dark bruise on my arm, remembered my blood being
