“Zo, I don’t think I could ever hate you. You hurt me, but whenever I saw you grab one of those books and duck under here, I knew you were probably hurting too, and I’d let it go.” Whoa. “Just like that?” He snickers. “I guess I make it sound easier than it was. But yeah, I’d let it go because I knew it wasn’t the girl at school under this blanket. It was my friend.”
