The question hung in the air between us like a loaded gun.

*Were you ever in Wichita?*

I could lie. Should lie. Tell her no and watch that spark of recognition fade from her eyes. Keep my secret safe for a little longer.

But looking at her looking at her I couldn't do it. Not when she was sitting there so vulnerable, so broken, trusting me with pieces of herself she'd probably never shared with anyone.

"Yes."

The word came out rougher than I intended. Her eyes widened, and I saw the exact ...