Nathalie.
“Wait.” My voice was firm as I threw the question at her. “How do you know Nathaniel told me about his company’s plans? And how do you know he thinks I’m the leak?”
Caroline blinked, like she was scrambling to find her footing. “Erm — I heard my father talking to Nathaniel about it. He’s convinced you’re the leak.”
Her voice wavered just slightly, and it planted a seed of doubt deep in my chest anyway. I shook my head. “Nathaniel wouldn’t say that about me. He trusts me.”
“You’d believe a man you met a month ago over your best friend?” She scoffed, hurt splashed across her face.
My body moved on instinct — I took a step toward her, ready to explain myself the way I always did. Then I stopped.
“Are you hurt?” I asked instead, my heels tapping slowly against the floor as I st
