I don’t know if I’m making the right decision. I don’t know that telling Kieran won’t end in flames (ha! See what I did there?). All I know is that I’m out of options.
I don’t have Brady anymore. I don’t have Connor. Soon, I won’t have my mom. Sure, I have Lindsay, but there’s no telling how long that friendship will last if my relationship with Kieran fades.
Besides, I miss him. I love him. So it’s all going to work out. Right?
I have no idea how I’m going to do this, having never uttered a word about it to another soul before.
I decide to go ahead and rip off the Band-Aid, so to speak. “The fire wasn’t an accident.”
He doesn’t flinch—doesn’t even blink. He holds my gaze in the steady, calm way that he always does.
Did he know?
“It was Connor,” he says. “Wasn’t it?”
Okay, so he
