“I love you,” he says to me, his eyes just as earnest as I remember them, his words just as urgent as they should be. “Don’t let him confuse you—” “You love her?” Warner practically spits. “You don’t even—” “Adam.” The room shifts in and out of focus. I’m staring at the window. I glance back at him. His eyes touch his eyebrows. “You want to jump out?”
