REYNA'S POV

I folded my hands together on the table, making them look small, unsure. “Jessica,” I whispered, “I need to understand. Everyone says I’m wrong, or lying, or confused. I just want to know the truth.”

Jessica let out a slow breath through her nose. Then she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms, acting like she didn’t care at all.

“The truth?” she repeated. “Reyna, you never liked the truth. You always lived in your own world.”

I let my lips part a ...