“Juliet, you need to talk to me.”
I stared straight ahead, my eyes unfocused, as they had been for the last fifteen minutes. I only knew how long it had been because Marsh had mentioned it moments before.
How was I supposed to talk? My heart and my brain were numb. Why had they never told me? For twenty-seven years, I had been Juliet Adams. Now who was I?
“Juliet.”
I flinched as he spoke my name, finally looking at him. His eyes captivated me as I stared at him—they always did. My face felt tight from dried tears and I was more exhausted than I had ever been. I sniffled and lowered my eyes.
“I can’t,” I insisted, taking a peek back up at him to see his reaction.
Marsh sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, clenching his jaw. I knew he was becoming frustrated, but I couldn’t drum
