I tried to unclench my jaw and relax my face, but my gut was swirling with unease and anger and confusion. “I’m sorry,” I heard Moth whisper. My brows pinched. He sounded… broken. Defeated, like he was fully aware that I didn’t trust him anymore and he hated it. Which made no fucking sense. “Will you tell me where you went?” I asked, voice still tight. There was silence for a long moment. “I can’t,” he said hoarsely. “But I didn’t want to go. I wouldn’t—I didn’t want to just leave you, Charlie. I mean it.”
