“You didn’t trust us,” Carter said, seeming to read my mind. “Which is fair, given how things were at the time.” “But not since then. You could have told us at any point since then,” Royce argued, a deep scowl on his brow. “You still don’t trust us.” I couldn’t tell him he was wrong, no matter how much it hurt to see how disappointed he was in that realization. Part of me really still didn’t trust them. Any of them. So I just hung my head and twisted my fingers, unable to find the words to make it all better without lying.
