"Yes." My voice cracks and I let it. "I know exactly what I'm asking. I'm asking you to look at someone you love and see something ugly you didn't want to see. I know how much that costs, Evan. I'm not doing it to be cruel."
"Then why are you doing it?" He rounds on me, and he's close now, too close, the space between us gone hot and charged, his silver eyes blazing with something that isn't cold at all. "Why do you keep doing this? I told you to stay away. I have told you, over and over, to stay away from me and stay away from all of it, and instead you dig, and you follow me into the dark, and you walk into the middle of the worst place in this town, and now you come find me to hand me the one truth that blows up my whole life. Why? Why can't you just leave it alone? Why can't you leave
