“Who? Who the hell did this?â€? Trey hissed as I tried to loosen his tight grip.

I murmured, “It was James.â€? And Jack. I pulled myself free.

Trey continued to glare. This was not how I pictured our visit to be. “Well, why are you here?â€?

“I … need the truth behind … everything.â€?

“Why can’t you just let it go? Why does this info have to be so important to you? Why does James even matter?!â€? His voice rose, bouncing off the walls.

“James doesn’t matter! But you do!â€? I pushed at him. “I cared about you enough to try and fix this! I … I love you.â€? It was the first time I said it out loud but it wasn’t the right moment.

“If you love me, forget about it all. It’s not even fucking important!â€? he screamed in my face like a madman.

“If it’s not important … if it’s not important, why did you take me to meet James in the first place?â€? This shut him up. “And if it’s not important,â€? my voice was almost inaudible, “then why did you lie to me?â€? That question caused pain to pass across Trey’s face.