Diego's POV

I turned away from her. “She moved back for a short time right after her suicide attempt.” I started walking down the corridor, knowing that she was going to follow me.

“Diego!” she called, rushing after me. “Why did she move out?”

I didn’t look back. “Ask her.”

“I’m asking you,” she insisted through gritted teeth.

When I didn’t respond, she reached out and grabbed my arm. I let her twist me around, but even when we were face to face, she didn’t drop my ...