As they left, Paige looked at me with quiet horror.

“Lucas, what did you do when you sent her away?”

I thought of the final envelope I had placed in Hannah’s hands three months earlier.

The one that had convinced her I had stopped loving her.

“I thought I was saving her,” I whispered.

Paige stared.

“From what?”

I did not answer, because the first truthful answer would have destroyed what was left of my carefully constructed world.