I shake my head. “That’s the thing—it feels so pitiful in comparison to what she gave me. She was a stand-in for every other person in my life. Siblings, parents, other friends. She was everything to me.”
He glances at my chest. Only then do I realize that I’m holding onto my pendant for dear life.
“No one can or should be everything to you, Paige. It’s too much pressure for any one person.”
I nod tearfully. “Do you think that’s why—”
“No,” he says, stopping me before I give life to that terrifying thought. “She did what she did for her own reasons. She did what she did because of something inside of her. It had nothing to do with anyone else.”
I take a deep breath, and as I do, I resign myself to the harsh truth that I can’t rage about Misha keeping things from me if I’m doing the ex
