Page 579 of End Game

I just start crying again.

Harder.

Dex holds me like he can keep every piece in place if he applies enough pressure.

His cheek presses against my temple.

He doesn't tell me it's okay.

He doesn't tell me they suck.

He doesn't make a joke.

That almost makes it worse.

I hear Cami’s mug settle on the table as she stands.

Griffin moves too.

Ronan stays where he is.

Dex's hand moves slowly up and down my back.

“I'm sorry,” he whispers.

My fingers tighten. “I knew.”

“I know.”

“I fucking knew.” My voice cracks on the last word.

“I know.”

Dex's breathing changes.

His arms tighten.

Someone touches my shoulder.

I look.

Cami.

Her eyes are wet. “Okay?”

I nod.

She steps in.

Griffin follows a second later, one hand settling between my shoulder blades.

Contact.

Anchors.

Ronan still waits.

I look at him.