Chapter Eighteen
Brielle
“W-what?” I whisper.
His eyes hold mine. “You heard me.”
He grabs the shampoo and begins to soap up his hair while I stare at him.
She killed herself.
He rinses the shampoo out of his hair and then looks down at me. “Shocked into silence?” he asks sarcastically. “Or just too horrified to speak.”
I raise my eyebrows and casually take the shampoo to wash my own hair.
I am shocked into silence and too horrified to speak.
Why didn’t Janine our cook tell me this? “Who knows about this?” I ask.
“My parents.”
“Who else?”
“Sebastian and Spencer. Nobody else. I’ve never told another woman before.”
I stare up at him, and I don’t know whether to be flattered or mortified that I’m the first one he told. What do I even say to this?
I narrow my eyes. “You’ve carri
