‘Come on, Ivy. That’s not fair. I wanted to tell you.’ ‘But you didn’t. Instead, you lied. Again.’ Hurt flickered on Jess’s face, but it was true, whether she wanted to hear it or not. Only this time, Jess hadn’t lied about a guy. It was about their dad, lying upstairs with who knew how long left to live. Keeping it a secret hadn’t protected her from anything, it had only made her lose time.
