SLOANE

“I do. But does it matter?“ He asked, his tone unexpectedly gentle. I stared at him in astonishment.

“It does. You can’t just—” I hesitated, as if considering my next words carefully.

He spoke before I could finish the rest of my sentence, “I knew from the start, Sloane. So why don’t you stop talking about it?” A serious expression took over his face. “Moreover, even if I didn’t know before, it’s already too late to change anything.”

He stepped away from ...