“Jade, so you were with Silas today because it’s his birthday, right?”
Skylar's sharp gaze bore into me, and I could feel the weight of her accusation. From her perspective, I was still playing with Silas’ emotions, breaking promises I’d made and reopening old wounds. I understood her anger, really. Silas was her family, her brother, and she didn’t want to see him hurt again. She had every right to be protective. It wasn’t her words or the subtle accusation in her tone that truly hurt. No, what cut the deepest was the gnawing realization that the person who had hurt Silas the most—the one who had left him broken—was me.
Before I could reply, my gaze shifted involuntarily toward April. Her ever-present, carefully practiced smile hadn’t faltered for a second, but her eyes… oh, her eyes bet
