Charlotte doesn’t answer that right away. Instead, she watches me like she’s weighing how much I’m ready to hear. “We fell out because I had Sam followed.”
The name alone makes my entire body tense. My heart beats faster and the air in my lungs suddenly feels thinner. I don’t need to remember everything to know what he did to me. Some truths are etched into the body, not the mind.
“You had him followed?” My voice sounds far away, hollow almost.
“Because I didn’t trust him. I tried to get you away from him before the first time he hurt you. But there was nothing concrete. Everything came back clean. He was perfect on paper. But I didn’t like him, and I had this gut feeling.”
“Then why did we fall out?”
“Because when you found out what I did, you lost it. You demanded to know how I’d ma
