“You fell for someone who reminded you of a faceless, pale horror game villain?” He sounds baffled more than accusatory. I wrap my arms around my chest. “Shut up. You’re reading it. You know what I thought of him.” Softer than anything, a coarse, “Yeah,” meets my ears. I look up, slowly, afraid, and find his fingers tracing the pages, his eyes following tenderly. He covers his mouth with his hand and closes his eyes for a moment. Letting his hand drop back to the pages, he fixes his attention on me, “Rose, there’s someth—”
