HANNAH
“I
still don’t believe
you’re as good about the other night as you say you are, Hannah.” Alone in the car, sitting outside my apartment, Nick’s slow, heavy words pulled my attention from space. Twisting from the window, I watched his hands flex stiffly against the wheel before he spoke up. “We- we… I did that- let that horrible thing…”
He couldn’t even finish his sentence, and I reached to touch his arm only for him to jerk away. Hurt squeezed my heart, but I beat it back and stretched over the center console. His hand was cold, hard, and he sucked in a sharp breath but wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“Nick, you hate yourself enough for the both of us. I know you regret it, and that’s why I’m okay about it. What happened… it wasn’t right… but you, and James, and Ethan- you all taught me
