RYKER'S POV
The conversation with Noah stayed in my mind all night.
Not because of Jason.
Not because of David.
Not even because of her parents.
It was because...
Lila had lied.
Or at least...
She hadn't told the whole truth.
And somehow...
I knew.
She wasn't a good liar.
She smiled too quickly.
Changed the subject too fast.
Looked away for just a second.
Most people wouldn't notice.
I did.
Because I'd started memorizing the smallest things about her.
The way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was nervous.
The way she avoided eye contact when something hurt.
The tiny smile she wore whenever she wanted everyone to believe she was okay.
I noticed all of it.
I leaned back on my bed.
Looking at the ceiling.
The shadows from the streetlights outside danced acros
