She stepped toward me, her hands balled into fists at her sides. "I’m so caught up in my feelings—in the mess of everything that's happening with Nicholas and the fact that you’re constantly suffocating me—that I don't even know what I'm doing anymore! I went there because I needed to feel nothing! I needed to drown out the sound of my own head!"
I went completely still. The words "I slipped up" felt like a sentence. I looked at her, searching for the girl I’d laughed with in her bedroom, but all I saw was a stranger who was just as broken as I was.
"You needed to feel nothing," I repeated, the irony a bitter taste in my mouth. "So you went to the one guy who’s an expert at it."
Maya didn't answer. A set of headlights swerved around the corner, a sleek silver car pulling up to the c
