Sally"s gaze flew up to meet his. “What do you mean?”
“To tell me your secrets.”
“Why would I do that?”
“I"ve opened up to you, told you about private things and exposed my weaknesses.”
“So what do you want? Are you expecting me to tell you I was sexually abused by my uncle, or that I"ve indulged in lesbian relationships ever since as a consequence?”
Tom"s mouth dropped open and his eyes grew wide. “Rrr— really?” he stammered.
“No, not really,” she shot back. “My, my – for a journalist, you really are gullible. Or are you using a lack of sleep as an excuse? You only told me what you did because you were forced into it. You didn"t volunteer a thing, but you needed to explain the state you were in when you arrived. Besides, just because you shared something, it doesn"t mean I have to r
