Ingrid shakes her head. “That’s not a good enough answer.”
“I haven’t talked to Elowyn.”
“She’s your sister,” Ingrid says, no accusation in her voice. “You should be there for her.”
Ingrid means well. I know she does. She has a sister who drives her absolutely insane. But if Isla were dying—even if Grandpa Harvey was dying—she’d drop everything to be there for her.
“I didn’t grow up with a sister like you did,” I say, my voice catching. “I have a sister by blood, but that’s it.”
Ingrid closes her eyes and reaches out a hand to steady herself.
“I’m not great at this whole sibling thing,” I continue. “I… it’s so hard to explain to you because you have a different experience.”
“I’m not upset that you don’t have a great relationship with your sister,” Ingrid begins. “Or that you’re not answering your phone calls from her. I’m angry that you didn’t trust me with this. But you trusted Cash.”
And that’s when it hits me.
She didn’t need me to fix it.
She just needed me to trust her with it.
Instead of telling her, Cash knew the secret.
The same way he knows about NYU.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize. “He only knows because Elowyn reached out to him. I never would have told him if she hadn’t.”
“Would you have told me eventually?” she asks.
I nod and swallow hard. “I was going to tell you in California.”
Her breaths are quick and hard. “No more secrets, Wilder. I mean it. If you want this relationship to last, you have to be completely honest with me moving forward.”
For a split second, my eyes slide to Cash.
Just long enough for her to know.
Margot wasn’t the only secret.
Chapter Nineteen
The Broken Promise
Ingrid
Not to be dramatic, but I can’t breathe.
We’re stuck on this stupid tramway with five other people, and the view is breathtaking.
But I can’t enjoy it.
Because Wilder lied to me.
Or omitted the truth.
Either way.
The cable car is quiet. Too quiet.
