I don't hesitate a second. On silent sock feet, I slip downstairs and peek into the living room. Mom and Dad are absorbed in their crime procedural, the sound up loud enough neither notices when I slip into the kitchen and wave Tate inside.

She follows me without a word up to my bedroom, looking lost and forlorn when I close the door and we're alone together in the quiet.

"Kit." Tate's lower lip trembles.

I shake my head, half turn from her. "Just tell me you ...