Lola's POV

"What do you need to tell me?" I asked.

Cara stood in front of me with her arms crossed. The wind blew her hair around her face. She looked at me with eyes that were hard to read. They weren't angry. They weren't kind either. They were just watching me.

"You want to know something about Morgan?" Cara asked. She didn't wait for me to answer. "He's been through hell for the past three years. And it's your fault."

I felt my chest tighten. I opened my mouth to speak, but she kept ...