EDWARD’S POV
I don’t want to believe it.
Even now, the words feel wrong every time they leave my mouth. But the more I replay everything, the more I explain it to the group, the more the pieces start fitting together in ways I wish they didn’t.
There’s nothing quite like realizing you might’ve called the wrong person your friend for years.
It leaves something rotten sitting in your chest. Makes you question every conversation, every laugh, every time you turned your back because you trusted them enough to believe they’d never stab you there.
“Nah…” Micro pushes to his feet, running both hands over his head. “This has to be a joke. Eliot?”
I take in the shocked faces around the room. Every single one of them. From Rio, to Wendy, down to Kaz.
That’s probably what I looked like when La
