Chapter 70 By The Pool

• Kyle walked toward the door, like he was done,like this whole conversation was over. But just as his hand reached for the knob, he stopped. He stood still for a second, then turned and came back. I didn’t say anything. I just watched him.
• He sat back down on the bed, beside me. His shoulders dropped a little as if he’d been holding something heavy in.
• “I have nothing to do with Amy,” he said softly, his voice not defensive, not sharp, just honest. Or it sounded that way.