CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
It was wrong. I knew the second I shut that door, but I pressed my hand against it, and I stayed there, needing it for strength. Breathe in. Breathe out. Everything was going crazy inside me, but this—choosing and saying the words—this was the craziest thing.
“Sheldon.” Corrigan sounded so timid behind me. He was uncertain.
I swung around and shook my head. “I lied to him.”
“What?” He went still.
“I lied. I’m sorry, but I did.”
“Why did you—”
I thrust an arm out, pointing in the direction of where Bryce had gone. “It’s because of him. All of this is because of him. She did it. That Maria person. There’s a text saying something about just this thing, about hurting someone and making it look like it was me. They did it.” My chest was heaving. “Because of him. So that
