“Complicated?” Jake repeated, his voice rising slightly. “What the hell does that even mean?”
My jaw tightened as I tried to think of a way to deflect without outright lying. In truth, I didn’t even know what to say.
Why did I let myself get dragged into this?
Why couldn’t Tess have just let things go?
In my head, I was going off on a mental tirade: This is your fault, Camila. You let her walk off after Vanessa and now look where you are—stuck in the middle of a sibling drama with bruises and secrets you can’t even talk about.
But then a quieter, guiltier voice chimed in. And Tess—why couldn’t she just leave it alone? Why did she have to chase after trouble like it was some kind of adrenaline rush?
Jake exhaled heavily, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Camila,” he said again,
