“You made me into a sin,” she whispered instead, truth jostling free. Maybe it had reached its limit on being kept secret, or perhaps she wanted to see the misery in his eyes again. The kind she’d been feeling forever. “When I look at you, I see the word Alice called me last night,” she breathed in a wild gust, realizing for the first time how truly fucked up she’d allowed her self-image to become.
