Page 91 of Sheltered By Love

I’m just glad I wasn’t with her that night.

My right leg starts to tremble so much I’m worried I’ll fall off the sofa.

Somehow, I find the ability to speak. “Thank you for the warning,” I say.

“Are you okay? You’re all pasty,” she says.

I manage to smile and mumble something as I usher her to the door. “Sure. I just want to be by myself,” I say.

I ignore her concern or likely guilt, almost push her out the door and lock it before I make it back to the nearest chair.

Numbness spreads over me as I stare unseeing at the view that held such wonder only moments ago.

I should have guessed this would be the moment Zane would choose to sit opposite me holding his phone in his hand.

There’s an odd mixture of defeat and triumph etched on his face when he speaks.

“Are you going to tell me about this? Or do I have to ask Garrett why he’s kept it from me all this time?” he says.

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