For once, he looks determined. As determined as I am to end this. He’s right: I do know what he wants to talk about—why I ran and left him alone. But I can’t get my head around how I would even go about telling him what I saw. I have to tell him, though, I know that—we’re running out of time. Something tells me that the girl is dangerous, which means she could hurt us like I hurt her. Last night might have been our only shot at stopping whatever plot she has, and I blew it. I have to tell him, even if he thinks I’ve completely lost my mind.
