Emmalee

Soren strips his clothes off as he gets ready for bed, and as I lie under the covers watching him, I wonder if I should ask him what he wanted to say to Brent. I grip my diary in my hands and turn it around and around distractedly.

Suddenly, he turns his head to look at me, and asks me, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I say before deciding that this isn't the answer I wanted to give him. "I mean, I wanted to know what you said to Brent. Cade mentioned that it was something important."

"Did ...