Noah stared at me calmly. “Can your words be trusted?”
Those few words made my rebuttal feel powerless.
Just like the love letter from before, the situation with Megan felt the same.
After holding back my tears all day, I could no longer contain them.
I lowered my head, pulled my hand away from Megan’s and lifted my foot to go upstairs.
As I separated from Megan, a box fell to the floor with a clatter.
Megan picked it up. “Gyna, you dropped this.”
When Noah saw what it was, his expression turned completely dark.
Yale’s face stiffened for a moment. Although he was smiling, there was nothing friendly about his eyes.
What had fallen on the ground was a box of opened condoms.
