I turned to head up the stairs, my heart pounding in my ears. I was shaking, but for the first time in my life, I felt light. The secret was out. The poison was drained.
"Wait."
The voice was barely a whisper, but it stopped me cold.
I turned back. Skylar was standing in the middle of the room, her face pale as a sheet. She was looking between Tyler and me, her eyes wide with horror.
"Don't listen to her, babe," Tyler said quickly, stepping toward her with a nervous laugh. He reached for her arm, desperation clawing at his voice. "She's lying. She's just crazy. You know how she is."
Skylar flinched away from his touch like he was radioactive.
"Did you?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Did you assault her?"
"Of course not! She's making it up for attention!"
"She has a scar, Tyler,"
