Page 530 of End Game

“Yes.” That answer is easy.

Mom looks at Griffin again. “And you?”

Before Griffin can answer, I say, “We're not done.”

Everyone looks at me.

My pulse is suddenly loud enough that I can feel it in my fingertips.

This is the part I could leave out.

The easy escape.

Let them absorb the secret marriage today.

Tell them everything else later.

Again.

Another partial truth.

Another carefully curated version of my life designed to keep somebody else comfortable.

No.

“I don't just have a relationship with Griffin.”

Mom goes completely still.

Dad's brow furrows.

I keep going before either can interrupt.

“The roommates I told you about—Micah, Dex, and Ronan—are also my partners.”

Nothing.

Not even breathing, apparently.

“And before you ask, no, Griffin isn't being cheated on.”

Mom's mouth opens.

“He knows. He's part of it. All of us are.”

Dad finally speaks. “All five of you?”

“Yes.”

Mom looks at Griffin so fast it's almost insulting. “Griffin?”

There it is.

I squeeze his hand.

He says nothing.

Good man.