Chapter Eleven
I close the office door, in case Cassie and Anthony are still mulling around out front, then look at Iris.
“I haven’t lied to you about anything, Free,” Iris says.
“Except this, you mean. How could you do this? Christopher being a part of my life—or not—wasn’t anyone’s decision to make but mine.”
“I know, but the first time he left, you were so broken by it we were afraid for you. What if he’d apologized then just lied to you again?”
“But now I’ll never know what would have happened.” I drop down onto the couch. “We were going to go away together.”
Iris sits beside me. “You never told me that.”
“We didn’t tell anybody. If my parents had found out, they’d have shipped me off to Jamaica in the middle of the night.”
“When did you plan all this?”
“We had talked about it
