My tightly clenched hands slackened as I reluctantly let Daniel hold them.

　　"Kate," he said, leaning closer, his grip tightening. "I know you still love me. Being with Lucas is just your way of getting back at me, isn't it?"

　　The smell of alcohol on his breath made me nauseous. I forced myself to look at the unmoving shadow on the floor, lingering there for several moments before I answered, each word a knife slicing through me.

　　"Yes. I wanted to spite ...