“He definitely still hates me,” I say way too quickly. By the look on her face, I can tell she doesn’t believe me. “Sure. Though I get what you’re doing. And you’re probably right. You shouldn’t get your hopes up over Whit anyway. It’s such a shame.” Sylvie’s expression is incredibly sad. “What’s a shame?” I ask, hating how I always want every single detail I can get about Whit. She mentions his name and I lean in, always eager for more. “That he doesn’t have a heart.”
