I held her tighter.
Not enough to hurt.
Enough that she would know I meant to stay.
For good.
“You kissed him because you didn’t know,” I said against her hair. “We both didn’t know.”
Her fingers twisted in my shirt.
“I should have known.”
“No.”
“But—”
“No.” I pulled back just enough to look at her. Rain ran down her cheeks, and I wiped it away with my thumbs even though more kept falling, even though I could not tell where the rain ended and her tears began. “Do not do that. Do not turn being robbed into failing.”
Her face crumpled again.
“I hate this.”
“I know.”
“I hate that someone did this to us.”
“I know.”
“I hate that I can’t even trust my own memories right now.”
That one went through me.
I leaned my forehead against hers.
“We’ll get to the bottom of it.”
Her laug
