“You have no reason to trust me.” “No, but I trust you anyway,” she says, walking out toward the driveway. “And I’m supposed to trust you?” I say to her back. This girl really is crazy if she thinks she’s walking in here, out of nowhere, and expecting me to do that. She stops, turning to level her eyes at me before she goes. “You don’t have to trust me. I don’t have any of your secrets.”