“And I don’t want to lose my best friend because we’re suddenly supposed to be some other thing.”

I pushed away the untouched dinner.

There was a question I had avoided for nearly two decades.

Now it had a face I’d known since kindergarten.

“Did Austin ask you not to tell me?”

“No.

He asked me not to make accusations until we had evidence.

I came here because I couldn’t bear keeping it from you another night.”