He either spoke the truth about me ending up like my father or it was solely out of him being hurt. Either way, I’m not going to explore it. Not when it feels like my heart was just ripped out of my chest. Not when I know that I need to go home and rip Isla’s from her rib cage. “She’ll be fine,” August tells me, his voice soft and quiet. His eyes meet mine and he frowns. “It was just a crush that got out of hand. She’ll get over it and see I was right. And you’ll do the same, like you always do. You’ll move from one bed to the next.”
