The one who watches everything.
Lexie.
—Are you in a fight with Logan? —I ask, breathing in the refreshing breeze that hits my face. I'm cold, I didn't think I wanted to come here and I didn't come prepared. My shorts and my big green sweatshirt are not the essentials to be on the cliff. Less if the day has turned out the way I feel, terrible.
—Yes something like that.
I nod without taking my eyes off the ship in the distance at sea.
—She lies —I start to say. Out of the corner of my eye, I feel her gaze and then her arm comes around my shoulders.
—I know, Chloe is very rare. When Logan told me everything I imagined an incredible girl who would leave you horribly unsettled by her infidelity, but she is different.
—Because you said so?
—Because… How to say it
