“I like you too,” she blurts. It comes out loud and harsh. Definitely not the suave presentation she practiced in front of her mirror. But it’s too late to stop now, so she just blunders on: “I also liked you four years ago, which was another reason it hurt so much when you ditched me. Because I liked you, Jay. I mean, I really liked you. And while yeah, I understand why you didn’t want to stay friends with me, I didn’t know that at the time, so—” Jay moves so fast, Winnie barely processes that he has lifted his bow and taken aim—much less that he has nocked an arrow and let loose.
