“I do,” I tell her. “I’m staying. As long as you let me.”
“You guys are so lame,” Cash grumbles.
“Good,” Ingrid says as my phone starts ringing in my pocket again.
“Who keeps calling you?” Ingrid asks.
I clear my throat, trying to stall.
“The view is… to die for,” I try distracting her.
But Cash clocks it.
“Yeah, Wild, who keeps calling you?” he says, voice cocky and high-pitched.
I might be hiding a few things, but if he tells Ingrid, she’ll find out he’s been hiding those things from her, too. And I know her well enough to know that she’s going to blame both of us—not just me.
“Wilder,” Ingrid says, her eyebrows knitting together. “Who keeps calling you?”
There’s a loud voice inside my head screaming at me to tell her. I just know that if I do, she’s not going to let it go.
If Isla or Jason or Jill had cancer, she’d be on the first flight home.
I’m not her. As twisted as her family is, they still show up for each other when it counts.
I don’t have that.
The ringing stops.
I briefly close my eyes, but then I hear another phone.
Cash and I stare at each other as he holds up his screen.
“Why is your sister calling Cash?” Ingrid asks.
I have a full out-of-body experience. Everything is jumbled. My vision blurs. Ears feel like I’m slipping under water.
Cash has outed me.
Or he’s about to.
“Because Margot has cancer,” he tells her as if the news is his to share.
Ingrid’s eyes fill with tears as she looks at me. “Is that true?”
My line of sight lands on Cash. He doesn’t look sorry.
“Elowyn told Cash that Margot has cancer,” I admit quietly.
Ingrid glances between us. “You knew this whole time, too?” She directs the question at Cash.
He nods. “I did, but only because Wild—”
“I should have told you,” I interrupt, pulling her attention back to me.
A tear slips down her cheek, and I instinctively reach to wipe it away.
“It’s complicated,” I try explaining.
