"I don't know what you're talking about." "Don't lie! You know about Andrew cutting the brake lines of your truck. That's why Dylan lost control of it and we hit the tree." "What the fuck are you talking about?" He didn't know? Or was he pretending? Pretending not to know so I wouldn't think that was the reason why he was breaking up with me. Because it was clear to me now. He was breaking up with me. My fingers trembled. I clenched my hands into fists to stop them. "I'm fine. It's just my wrist. Small sprain. It's nothing." His jaw tightened as he stared at my wrist. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" he asked quietly, dangerously. "No. I swear. You can talk to the doctor if you don't believe me." When he didn't say anything, I continued, "Dylan is getting a cast on his foot. That was the worst of it. I'm sorry, Cam. I'm ashamed that my uncle wanted to harm you. I don't understand why he would—" "I told on him." "What?" But he didn't repeat it. He just looked at me. "But you said you didn't tell Charity! And I talked to her and she said—" "I told the daughter of his mistress." The daughter of the woman Andrew was seeing went to see me. She and her mom didn't know he's married until a friend she used to work with told her, Charity had said. "You lied to me." He pressed his lips together. "You asked if I told his wife," he said. "So technically I didn't lie to you." My eyes shot to him accusingly, but then I remembered what Andrew tried to do to him. I also remembered how Cameron blamed himself for Pete's death. How he took everything so hard and blamed himself. "If you want to press charges on Andrew—" "I don't," he said. "I don't care." But his eyes burned, and he kept looking at my wrist. "Cameron." My voice broke. "I don't know how to get to you. You feel so...far away." "Tomorrow you won't see me again." "Was it...was it something I did?" "No. It's not something you did, Kara. Goddammit." "Then tell me. Tell me why!" But he wouldn't talk. Not this again. "You're keeping something from me. It hurts. Every time I ask you what's wrong you pull away. You give me bits and pieces, and I just accept it. I'm even grateful for the littlest things you tell me, even though I know there's more. There's so much more you're keeping from me." He kept silent. "Talk to me!" But there was nothing. The longer he said nothing, the bigger the rip in my heart got. "Did you even go to work this weekend?" "No." "Where did you go?" Nothing. "Where!" The lack of words and emotions on his face made me feel angrier, made me feel how unfair everything was. All these months of him brooding, keeping things from me, and now lying. What else did he lie about? "I never lie to you," I said. "I do." That hurt. Why didn't he just slice me open and pull my heart out? "What did you lie to me about?" I asked. He looked at me with no emotion on his face. "I know something's wrong. Something happened, didn't it? Why can't you tell me?" "Because you can't handle it." I jerked away from the table, got up so fast. I wanted to hit something, break something. I clenched my fists instead. "You're hurting me. Can't you see? Who are you? Bring me back my Cameron." "This is the real me, Kara. That guy you're talking about only exists in your head." "I had been handling your shit for months. I never left. I'm still here, Cam."