I pull in a deep breath, calling up all of my strength to tell Sloane the secret I’ve carried since before we knew each other and ignoring the voice screaming at me. Telling me this—the act of sharing, of unburdening, of trusting—would have saved Chris and me. That if we’d been in the habit of sharing the load, the way Mama, Nic, Sloane, and I have done with each other over the last four years, I wouldn’t be pretending to be friends with the love of my life.
