“Stop doing that,” Knox snapped. “Nothing about you is a burden. That’s not what this is about.” Creed inched closer. “We’ve tried to not pry and wait for you to be ready to talk to us, but—” “Please don’t,” I pleaded. This was it. This was the moment I’d known was coming. “You don’t trust us,” Knox said. The backs of my eyes began to burn. “I do trust you.”
