RUTHIE DROVE ME HOME in silence. It was her way of acknowledging that I was miserable and needed space. After the epic argument at lunch, she had to know my mood had something to do with Zander. But it was also everything I couldn't tell her.
She didn't know what Dante had done to Zander and me, or how close the experience had made us. At least, I thought we'd been close. I choked down a sob. Only Zander understood what I'd been through that night, the confusion I struggled with, the danger I was still in. And right now, he hated me. He thought I was some kind of tramp or something. He'd practically said it today. That hurt. It brought back the feelings of self-hatred and worthlessness that I'd felt after Mom's accident.
I wanted to tell Ruthie what happened, the whole Dante nightmare.
