Chapter 27

• "How could you not have told me this?" I demanded, my voice a low, furious whisper. The words felt foreign in my mouth—too sharp, too accusing—but they were the only ones that made sense in the storm of confusion and disbelief that was crashing around me.
• Rogan was standing across from me, his eyes dark, full of something—guilt, sorrow, maybe even regret. I didn’t know what to make of it. Everything I had thought I understood had been turned on its head. And now, he was standing there, silent, as if waiting for me to piece together the puzzle myself.
• The air between us crackled with tension, the space filled with things left unsaid.