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No.Another shake of my head.No, I’m not going there.
I look around the room. Grace is still standing in the doorway, her hand covering her mouth, while Nixon just stares at his sister, unblinking, as if he’s standing in front of a moving train, glued to the spot and unable to move.
“Prescott, you have to—”
“No!” Another step back. “What I have to do is get out of here.”
Turning on the balls of my feet, I do just that.
Grace gets out of my way, and I make my way down the hallway, pulling the front door open so hard it bangs against the wall.
I don’t stop.
I don’t look back.
I run.
But no matter how fast I run or how far I go, I can’t outrun her words.
I have cancer.
CHAPTERTWO
JADE
“Wentworth!” Nixon lunges after Prescott. It’s like somebody snapped my brother from a dream. One minute, he’s standing still, utterly shellshocked by my words; the next, he’s moving. Or he would be moving if I didn’t stand in front of him, not letting him go.
“No.”
Nixon looks down at me, anger and hurt flashing in those eyes that are so much like my own.Mom’s eyes.“What do you mean, no?! He can’t just leave you like that.”
I press my palms against his chest harder. “Just like I said,no. You won’t go after him. You won’t bully him or punch him or whatever else is currently going through your head because you’re angry at me.Me, Nixon. Not Prescott. You’re angry at me.”
“Oh, trust me, I’m livid with both of you. The one doesn’t exclude the other.”
I don’t doubt it for a second, but I won’t let this ruin his relationship with Prescott. They’ve been best friends since they started college. I won’t be the reason why they aren’t any longer.
“I know, but I’m here, and we both know it’s me who you’re truly angry at. I’m the one who lied. So let him go.”
“Let him go?”
“I’m going to leave you two to it,” Grace whispers from the doorway. My body goes still as I hear the hurt in her voice, and I can’t turn to face her.
So many people.
So many lies told.
They’ll never forgive me.
And they shouldn’t.
“Yes, let him go.”
“So what, you’re good enough to fuck behind my back but not good enough for him to stick around now that you’re sick?”
My cheeks heat from his harsh words. It would have hurt less if he had slapped me.
“I know you’re angry, Nixon, and it’s completely my fault, but Prescott has nothing to do with this.”
