“What happened?” His eyes narrow upon me, voice gruff. “Did someone hurt you? I swear to God if it was your preppy pretty-boy boyfriend I’ll—” “He hurt me, but not like you think,” I confirm, walking away from him. “What did he do?” He growls behind me. “It’s none of your business, Thayer.” “You’re sobbing on the public street, so that makes it my business.”
