The water was starting to get cold, but I didn't care. "I didn't tell you," I finally managed to say, my voice raspy, "because you would have told me I was paranoid."
He scoffed. A harsh, disbelieving sound and in n my mind l could see the look of disbelief, the slight sneer on his face. "Stop, Faith," he said, his voice rising a little. "Stop with the insecurities. Stop trying to blame Alice for everything."
That was it. That was the crack. The final break. My body stiffened, and I slowly pushed myself up, finally turning to face him. Water streamed down my face, mingling with what I knew were tears, though I wouldn't let him see them. He stood there, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes burning into mine, his face a mask of frustration and something else I couldn't quite name.
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