The Secrets He Keeps
"Hey," he says, quieter this time. "Talk to me." I turn around, his hand still gripping my wrist. "You mean tell you the truth or just make up a lie like you would" I snap. His jaw tightens, his fingers twitching around my wrist before he lets go. "I'm sorry Honey. I'm sorry I lied. I need you to hear me. I need you...