My head is absolutely empty. I’m sitting here in the passenger seat, and I can’t think of a single lie that sounds halfway believable.
I know that if I don’t say something right now, things are going to get so much worse, but my brain is just useless.
"I... I didn't cheat back on you, Eden," I say, searching his face for any sign that he’s actually listening.
"I’ve never even had a thought like that. Not once."
Eden doesn't look like he believes me. He gives me a nasty laugh that makes my pulse slip.
He keeps nodding his head, looking straight ahead at the windshield.
"Your buttons were open, Diana," he says, and the way he says it makes me feel like I’m naked.
"I saw them. I saw your bra."
I shut my eyes tight. The guilt and shame are so heavy I feel like I’m sinking into the
