but he pulled his hand back at the last second. “I’m sorry, Moth.” His eyes were uneasy as he looked at me. “I’m sorry for hiding it from you. But please believe me—I’m not going back. And even if I was, I wouldn’t tell them anything. I promise.” I cleared my throat and nodded. “Okay. I believe you.” I did. And I had no right to judge him for keeping it from me, when we’d barely trusted each other in the beginning. I was keeping things from him, too.
