Oh shit. What if he’s like Cat? What if he’s been manipulating my emotions this whole time? I swallow back the bile inching its way up my throat. “I would never do something like that,” he retorts, sending a sideways, wounded glare at me as he continues to watch the sky. “Shit.” I rub my hands over my face. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” He doesn’t respond. “Just tell me what it is.” I
