"Borrowed it." If he wasn't going to let up on the questions, at least the subject had taken a U-turn. "My friends and I went to this youth center after school. It kept us kids off the streets and out of trouble. They had some instruments donated. At first we were just playing around, but a few of us got serious about it."
"You and Morris?" he asked.
My throat closed. I nodded.
"Yeah. We had a great thing going on," I managed to say.
"Hm." He went back to chopping vigorously, as if just hearing Morris's name had offended him somehow. "So the two of you have always been close."
I had to wonder just how well Liam thought Morris and I knew each other. There had never been anything between us. For me, there had only ever been Harper.
The pot of water boiling hissed as it bubbled over the rim. Liam cursed and hurried to the stove. I was grateful for the interruption of his game of twenty-questions.
Even though Liam and I were together, talking about my past still hurt.
I couldn't imagine that hurt ever going away.
