must hurt,” I said.
Her eyes snapped back to mine.
She had expected a fight.
Compassion confused her.
“It does,” she said stiffly.
I nodded.
“Then stop making her choose.”
Megan’s mouth tightened.
“I’m not.”
“You are. Every time you tell her trusting me is betraying you. Every time you punish her for being happy about college. Every time you turn her future continue reading …
