“He really hurt me,” I sob, remembering Dean’s words cutting me deeper than any knife. You thought I would like that? Are you fucking stupid? You’re nothing to me. “If he hurt you, then he doesn’t love you,” Zoe says. It’s not what I want to hear. But the wrenching pain in my chest tells me that she might be right. “When someone loves you, they’ll do anything to keep you safe.” I want Zoe to be wrong. She’s never wrong, though. “What should I do?” I ask her. “Stay away from him,” Zoe says. “And make sure no one else finds out about . . . you know.” “He won’t tell,” I assure her.
