“‘I know why you want to protect me now, when you never gave a damn about me before. I know why you treat me different now you know I’m a girl.’ The tears were falling now, streaming down her face as she glanced to the ink below my knuckles. ‘And I’m sorry, but you can’t ask me to do this. I’m not her. I’m not them. I can’t fill that hole. I never will.’ “My hands were fists at my sides. Her pale shadow pressed against the glass behind me. Her soft whisper inside my head. “‘Don’t listen, love…’ “‘I don’t—’ “‘You lied to Aaron,’ Dior said, her voice breaking. ‘I know what happened to them.’
