*Michael*

“I need you to tell me the truth,” Shelby said, staring at me through the mirror in front of her.

“Of course, I’ll always tell you the truth,” I said, walking toward her.

Shelby looked sick, and her knuckles were turning white as she gripped the edges of the sink. I went to put my hand on her back, but she flinched ever so slightly, so I pulled my hand back and let it drop to my side.

“Was ...