Sebastian's POV
"Tell me that's a lie."
Aurora's voice cuts straight through the room. I look at the phone in her hand. Then at her face. Then back at the message.
For one second, I am not in this town house anymore. I am ten years old again, standing at the top of a staircase, listening to my mother cry behind a closed door while my father says something low and urgent that I cannot make out.
I hated that sound; I hate this one too. "I can't," I say. Her expression changes immediately. Not louder. Worse than that. It closes.
"You can't," she repeats.
"I can't tell you it's a lie if I don't know that it is."
That is the wrong thing to say.
I know it the second it leaves my mouth.
Aurora stands so fast the folder slides off her lap and hits the floor. Papers spill halfway out of it
