Chapter Twelve
Twelve Years Ago
Trey
Breaking up with Sheridan—hurting her—makes me want to vomit. I shut myself in my room the next day, smoking weed and trying to forget.
My mom knocks a couple times, but I don’t let her in.
She knows what this is. What I’ve done—for her.
It’s not just for her, though. It’s for Sheridan, too. I keep reminding myself that, every time her tear-bright eyes swim before my face. She may have sent the acceptance to Stanford in, but she didn’t want to go.
I need to do this—not because her dad is an asshole, not because my mom’s position in the pack is in danger, but because it’s the right thing for Sheridan. She’ll get over this hurt and make something of herself. She’ll be stronger for it.
She texts me around four in the afternoon.
Sheridan: Is this a
