“No,” I croak. I look at him, my chin trembling, his hands still around my face, and force myself to say the words. “You already knew.” He swallows and presses his lips together. “Yeah,” he rasps. “I knew.” I close my eyes and collapse into a heap on the dirt, silent sobs shaking my body. I hear him say something, but all I can focus on is how long he’s known and how deeply he must have hated me all that time.
