“I’m not lying!” he snapped, then took a deep breath. “Last summer, I did go looking for you. And when I couldn’t find you, I went looking for my mom. And that’s not exactly something I’m proud of.” When I shivered again, Zach took off his coat and tried to slip it around my shoulders, but I pushed his arm away. “Don’t,” I said. “Listen to me.” He grabbed my arms, holding me there. “I couldn’t find you. And I will never forgive myself for that. Ever.”