When we got into the car, Dylan finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry..."
I nodded slowly but my mind was elsewhere.
The way Maddy looked at him, how she acted like she had some kind of claim over him—it was too much for me to ignore.
Worse than that, there was something familiar about her, like I'd seen her before. But I couldn't place it, and it gnawed at me, making my chest feel tight.
"Did you two ever—" I started, my voice barely above a whisper, but Dylan cut me off before I could finish the thought.
"Maddy's just a friend, Zee," he said, his tone soft but firm, like he'd said this to himself a hundred times before. "That's all."
I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to. But Maddy didn't feel like "just a friend."
The possessiveness in her eyes when she watched him, her ge
