narrowed my eyes. “You know why.” “Nope.” Shaking his head, he rose to his feet and stretched. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Yes, you do,” I bit out, feeling my entire body rack with tremors when I watched him approach me. “You know what you did.” “And what did I do?” “You know,” was all I could get out, and I fucking hated how small my voice sounded. Like I was seven years old again. Or eight, or nine, or ten, or even eleven. My breath hitched in my throat, and I had to force myself to not cower. “You know,” I strangled out, chest heaving. “And she did, too.”
