Betty's POV. 

My breath snagged in my throat.

Louise’s lashes fluttered, and for a second, I thought he would pass out again. But instead… he smiled.

A small, pitiful smile that twisted something sharp and ugly inside my chest.

He couldn’t even look me in the eyes.

“Betty…” his voice hoarse. “Leave. Please. Don’t… don’t get involved with him.”

My stomach plummeted.

Him?My mind raced.

Claire stiffened beside me, her grip on my arm tightening as if she expected me to ...