The blond man stares at me, and when he gestures for me to answer, my shoulders slump. I have no choice but to be honest.

“To the doctor.”

“Why? Are you sick?” he asks immediately, his blue eyes narrowing.

“I—I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? Then why were you going? Don’t lie to me, Giselle. I swear, if I find out you’re hiding something…”

“I don’t know, okay?” I snap, my voice trembling. “I don’t know if I’m sick because I don’t know if ...