Halo showed me an app that made it possible to forge voice, to manipulate anyone to believe you said something.
My heart clenches. If Rosa faked that recording, if Drake never actually said those words, then everything I've believed about how he feels, everything that's fueled my desire to leave…
"Do you ever think of us as a burden?" The words come out before I can stop them. They hang in the air of the small elevator space.
Drake's head whips toward me, his eyes crinkle in surprise the furrow into confusion.
“What? Where is this coming from?"
I stare at the elevator numbers instead, unable to meet his eyes, "Just...answer the question."
He's quiet for a moment, then he sighs. "You can be a handful, Elena." My chest tightens, "but never a burden."
I glance at him. His eyes are loc
