he truly wanted and that changing his mind near death came from fear.”
“And after that?”
He swallowed.
“When I arrived at your parents’ house, I had already rehearsed the story. The explosion. Quick. Painless.”
His voice lowered.
“Then I saw you.”
He looked at me.
“You hugged me.”
I remembered.
Painfully clearly.
“You thanked me for being with James. For being his friend.”
My stomach twisted.
I had comforted the man who was lying to me.
“And once I left your house,” Adrian continued, “telling you the truth meant
