“Your brother is my best friend,” I remind her quietly as I try to not kill the mood between us. “He knows all of my secrets and shortcomings. Do you really think he would approve if he knew about this?” “I don’t know,” she says softly, her voice somber. “But I know August would support whatever makes me happy. And if he knew the truth, I don’t think he would be as against it as you think he would.”
