The lump in my stomach flip-flops when T.J. refers to me as 'poor, sweet Ruthie.' I figure any kindness from him is in preparation for the cold-blooded snake to strike. When he moves toward me, I can feel my hands breaking out in a clammy sweat. What is he going to reveal about me? I'll have to wait to find out because when he gets beside me, he says, "I'm too upset by all of these shocking revelations to continue. Let's take a break and come back with Ruthie after these messages from our sponsors."
I can barely breathe through the anxiety. I don't have any secrets, do I? My only secret was Andrew, and he is here, so that seems a little anti-climactic. Why did they save me for last? Are they going to tell him about the school picture of him that I've saved all of these years? That is emba
