Mason winced. “Yeah. When you say it like that, it sounds really messed up.” He leaned forward. “Look, I didn’t come here to ask you to fix it. I swear. I just needed you to know I’m not okay with what they did. To you or to me.”
Something in my chest unclenched. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to pick me or them. I just needed someone continue reading …
