“I can’t believe Sally did this,” Elijah’s responds quietly. “She’s never been like this.”
This time, it isn’t an accusation. This time, I can tell he is really struggling to grasp the reality of the situation. My shoulders slump. “Well, it was her. I saw her.”
He straightens from the floor, placing the pile of wilted petals on top of Ariah’s desk. His golden gaze falls on me, intent. But I can also see a flicker of sadness in there. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”
I open my mouth, then close it. I repeat the notion a few times before I give up trying and end up only shaking my head, a sudden sadness welling up in me. I want to forgive him and tell him it’s fine, but in my gut something twists. Like an invisible snake slithering before it strikes with a venomous bite. And try as I mig
