“Tell me why you came out here,” he softly demands. “I just…” I struggle for the words. After my conversation with Zed, I lost the urge to discuss my terrible thoughts about my father’s death. “It’s nothing.” “Tessa, tell me.” He knows me well enough to know that I’m lying, and I know him well enough to know he isn’t going to let me leave this greenhouse until I tell him the truth. But can I trust him?
OF COURSE NOT WHAT THE FUCK HAVE WE BEEN DOING FOR 2000 PAGES
