“I guess that’s part of it,” he said, looking out into the water. “But it doesn’t explain everything. It doesn’t explain….” He tore his gaze from the bay and looked down at me instead. And I knew—just knew—what was coming. I even closed my eyes, anticipating the blow. He’s going to ask me, I thought. He’s going to ask me about Lance and Jennifer. What should I say? I can’t be the one to tell him. I just can’t. They should have to tell him. Lance and Jennifer! It’s their fault, not mine. They should be the ones to have to break the news. It’s not fair that it has to be me! But then, to my utter
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