HAYDEN
"Dad. Don't."
Eden's voice is shaky, her fingers cold around mine.
He doesn't look at her. His eyes are locked on me. They are red-rimmed, furious and terrified.
"Tell me his name, Eden. Tell me who took your virginity in that goddamn art room and left you like that for the whole school to see."
Her mother lets out a heartbreaking sound and presses both of her hands to her mouth. Tears spill over her knuckles. Eden's breathing hitches. She shakes her head hard.
"I don't want to talk about it. It's over. It's been over. We can't change anything."
Her dad clenches his jaw.
"You think I can just sit here and pretend that I didn't see that picture?" His voice rises and then it cracks. "My little girl—my baby—wrapped in a sheet, looking like she'd been—" He stops, choking on the
