He stares off into space for so long, I say his name to get his attention. “Christopher?”
He shakes his head as if turning something loose, then looks at me. “He was working on cementing a deal with Jessica’s father. It was the deal that would eventually create CHI and launch my father’s development business. In his mind, a merger between the two families—personal and financial—would create a powerful alliance. Cyrus offered to pay for all of it, Mom’s medical bills, Jason’s tuition, even mine, if I . . .” he trails off.
“Started seeing Jessica again,” I finish the sentence for him.
He nods. “The summer before senior year we spent a month cruising through Europe with her family.”
My eyes widen at the revelation that while I was back in Pointe Hill heartsick for Christopher, he was cozi
