Miles's voice cracked as he put on a pitiful act, desperate to wring some sympathy out of me.
"Holly, I know you still hate me. But I was forced! Sierra! Yeah, this is all her fault—she manipulated me into doing it! Holly, my feelings for you have always been real! Remember how your hands used to break out in awful frostbite every winter? I sat with you every single day to rub ointment on them. When your stomach acted up, I made you congee and easy-on-the-stomach meals every single meal. None of that was fake!"
"Not fake?" I cut him off with a scoffing snort.
"I could hire a live-in nanny to do all that and more, Miles. Back when I still thought you were worth my time, every little thing you did felt like a grand gesture. Now? Do you honestly think you're even worthy of breathing the sa
