As soon as I get downstairs, Saige rushes over to me. “Did she talk to you? Is she okay?” I shrug, having no sympathy for her. “She's hurt. She feels like you lied to her.” A fresh set of tears build in her eyes. “That's not what I was trying to do.” “Well, she's going to sleep at my place tonight,” I tell her. “I'll bring her back at some point tomorrow.”
