Chapter 43: The Same Hell

“Me? Crying? No, I wasn’t.” The lie slid out too quickly, my voice an octave higher than usual. I swiped the sleeve of my sweater across my eyes—too rough, the fabric scraping my skin.

Llike maybe if I rubbed hard enough, I could erase whatever she thought she saw.

“Something just got in my eye and Victor was helping me get it out.”

Her brows dipped like she didn’t believe me, but she smiled an