Chapter 19 The Tape She Couldn't Play

Marcus was already sitting on my front step when I got home, elbows braced on his knees, and the second he looked up I knew he'd figured out exactly where I'd gone.

"You went anyway," he said. Not a question.

"Marcus—"

"You told me you were staying home." His voice wasn't raised, wasn't sharp, an...

Login and Continue Reading