What kind of person hires a PI to dig into someone’s past and wreck their future? What kind of person takes sketchy phone calls from the woman he hired and hides it from his girl?
I wasn’t with Remy last night, but I can’t tell her that.
I can’t tell her that without also telling her that her entire life is a lie. That her perfect little family didn’t want her. That they never even confirmed her mom’s death or that her dad is the kind of monster they write about in history books…
I can’t tell her the truth. Not without exposing their sins. And I can’t open up to her. Not without showing her a police report that will completely destroy her.
Dia doesn’t reply for long seconds.
I can tell I’m getting to her, but will it be enough?
“Tell that to your whore!” Dia belts at the top of her lungs.
Aveena pumps the gas before I can blink, forcing me to leap out of the way. Axel, Theo, Brie, and Lacey flock to the front of the house a moment later, asking me what the hell happened, but I can’t form a sentence. All I can do is stand there, watching the girl I love disappear from my life…
Taking a piece of my black, selfish heart with her.