Page 577 of End Game

Another from Uncle Stephen.

My chest tightens.

I put the phone facedown.

Drive.

Exit.

Merge.

Signal.

The road markings blur slightly.

I blink.

They're still blurry.

Fuck.

I take the next shoulder wide enough to get completely off the road and put the car in park.

Both hands stay on the steering wheel.

For several seconds, nothing happens.

Then water drops onto the back of my hand.

I stare at it.

Another follows.

I swipe my face with one palm.

More come.

Silent.

Steady.

My chest shakes once.

I press my forehead against the wheel.

I knew.

That's the stupid fucking part.

I knew.

I've known for years.

Long before Dex kissed me.

Long before Cami moved in.

Long before Ronan ever looked at me like maybe there was something between us worth naming.