"Do you want the truth, Ava?" Like the snap of a whip, Rogan's voice shattered the silence in the room. His eyes were clouded with a turbulence that made my stomach turn, and his jaw was clinched. "The whole truth?"
I crossed my arms and wished for a steady voice. "Yes. I deserve that much."
His eyes locked with mine, but it seemed as though he was seeing past me, through me, to some unseen ghost of the past. His voice was low, as if saying it out loud would break the delicate bond between us. "You think you know everything, but you don’t," he whispered.
I tried to hide the growing wave of fear by leaning against the doorframe. "Then let me know. I'm sick of figuring things out by myself.
With a sharp sigh, Rogan seemed to prepare for a blow. "Ava, Aria was more than simply a person I
