“No. Why?”
He takes a moment to reply like he’s thinking about his words carefully. “She’s been acting weird the last couple of days.”
“Tell me about it. She told me she’s from the future and you were going to kill me.”
He shakes his head. “Yeah, she’s been saying a lot of weird things.”
Mallory sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “She’s just upset. She wanted me to take her to Lancaster, and I said no.”
He tilts his head. “But what does that have to do with me?”
“Maybe she misses you,” she mumbles.
“What?”
Exactly. Why would she tell him something like that? Idon’t miss him anymore. The boy I missed doesn’t exist anymore.
Mallory takes the paper and stuffs it into her bag. “Just forget it. I’m sure she’ll go back to normal soon.”
Myles touches her arm, eyes wide in confusion. “What did you mean?”
“She misses you,” she says.
He scoffs. “Do you see me right now? She did this.” He gestures to his stained clothes. “Trust me when I say she doesn’t care about me.”
Mallory zips her backpack up. “Look, I don’t want to get in the middle of this, but remember when I visited you after you got hurt last year?”
He nods.
“She made me do it.” She slings her backpack over her shoulder. “She misses you.”
Myles’s face flushes.
Mallory barely makes it a step before he stops her again. “You can’t just say that and leave.”
She pushes him off. “I have to go.”
“But—”
“If you really want to know how she feels, then talk to her, not me.”
I taste blood from biting my tongue so hard. I did miss him, but that was a lifetime ago. It doesn’t matter anymore.
Mallory walks away, and I pull a book off the shelf to hide my face. My heartbeat speeds up as she passes the aisle, hoping she doesn’t notice me.
She doesn’t, and I’m tempted to race after her, but I can’t help but notice the way Myles hasn’t moved. His jaw is locked, and he stares at his feet.
I wonder what’s going through his mind. Why didMallory have to go and tell him something like that? Her timing couldn’t have been more wrong. The last thing I want to do is talk to Myles about the past.
I want to find out what that paper was. I want to know what she’s hiding.
Still, I can’t bring myself to look away from him.
15
MYLES
The night Duke died is a blur.
