Daniel frowned slightly. “That was your dad, right? What did he say?”
I looked at him, feeling the air shift around us, heavy with the weight of everything unsaid.
“He wants to talk,” I whispered. “He says he needs to tell me the truth.”
Daniel then nodded. “You should. I’ll go with you.”
I shook my head. “No. I need to do this alone.”
He opened his mouth to argue, but I lifted a hand, stopping him. My chest tightened as the words pushed out of me, low and shaky.
“Daniel… you’re still hiding something from me.”
His face fell. “Jane…”
“No,” I said softly. “Don’t deny it. I can feel it. And whatever it is… it’s sitting between us like a wall I can’t climb.”
He swallowed hard, guilt flickering across his eyes.
“This thing with my mother, with Pierce, with my father…” My voice cracke
