My throat tightened.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.
No one has ever spoken to me like that, not even before Skylar. I searched his face for the joke, the pity, the look that always came when someone realized they were wrong. I saw none of that. He was simply looking at me like I was something pleasant to look at, like I wasn't too much.
“You’re exaggerating,” I whispered.
He didn't hesitate in his answer. “No. If anything, I’m failing.”
How could he say that? No, the most important question here: why couldn't I believe him? Why does one cruel sentence from Skylar outweigh every kind word I've heard today?
The attendants think I'm beautiful. Roman called me magnificent, but that small voice kept whispering, “They’re mistaken. He’s mistaken. Wait till he sees wh
