All this time, I’ve felt protective over Donnelly. Over us. Over what we share together. And I can’t let anyone in my family think the worst of him. I just can’t. I’d rather they know the painful truth. “He didn’t do anything except want to be with me,” I tell them more clearly. “And you didn’t want to be with him?” Kinney asks with confusion. She glances to Dad. “We still might need to hunt him down.”
