“Is this really about your relationship with Clay?” she snaps in return, and my brow furrows. “What is that supposed to mean?” “If you’re so concerned about your relationship with Clay, why are you spending so much time with me?” My lips close, and I fall silent, fighting the tears that are building behind my eyes. I force myself to swallow and take deep breaths through my nose. “I should go,” I mutter into the phone. “Jade…” “And you’re right. I should stop seeing you.” “Jade,” she snaps in desperation.
