But I cut in again. “Or is it more about the fact that I wasn’t paying attention to you?”
“f**k you,” she spits. “f**k you, f**k you, f**k you.”
“Why were you jealous, Camila? Why does it matter if you don’t care about me?”
She shakes her head and tries to turn from me without answering.
I grab her hand and twist her around so that she has nowhere to run. “Come on. You’re the one who’s demanding honesty from me. Give some to get some.”
“Why should I? I never get it from you!”
“You want me to be honest with you?”
“Fine,” I say without letting her go. “The truth is, I don’t want Maxim anywhere near you or Jo.”
“Jesus, I already knew that, Isaak.”
“What you don’t know is that, for a moment there, I was worried that you’d choose him.”
She stops short. We both do. The only sound is ou
