“Can you keep a secret?” I whispered, feeling nervous. Gibsie’s eyes were wary, but his head was nodding slowly, as he walked over to my bed and sat down next to me. “I’ll keep your secret, Lizzie.” “You swear?” Another noble nod. “Pinky promise.” Hooking my pinky finger through his, I turned and gave him my full attention. “I think I hate him, too.” The moment the words were out of my mouth, I started to shake. “I’m sorry,” I was quick to blurt. “I shouldn’t have said that.” Not out loud at least. “It’s okay,” he replied, reaching for my hand. “It’s okay, Liz.” It wasn’t okay. Because if he
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