“I know,” he said.

“God, Jessica.

I know.

I was a monster.”

He turned his head toward the dance floor, where Lily was spinning in her yellow dress beside the bride, laughing, her arms out, visibly, wholly happy, and I watched the sight of her go into him like something with a blade on it.

Chapter 15 — Why Didn’t You Tell Me

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, and his voice cracked down the middle.

“When you found out — three weeks after, you said.