“Judging by how long you were in there, I’m guessing it worked?” Sawyer says as I slip out the door.
I shudder. “Yup.”
She was right, it really was that easy to get Tommy to spill the beans once I convinced him I hated Jace and turned on the…charm.
The painkillers he was high on might have also helped.
Not to mention his very limited range of motion given one of his legs is in traction and there’s a cast on his arm.
Sawyer eyes me cautiously. “Ready to go?”
I suppress another shudder as I slide my phone into the pocket of my jeans. “Definitely.”
Now that I have my proof, the only thing left to do is send it to Jace.
On second thought.
My steps come to a halt. “Would you mind dropping me off at the bakery?”
“Sure. I didn’t know you had work tonight.”
“I don’t. I have to ask Mrs. Dickinson for a favor.”
Thanks to Mrs. Dickinson insisting on teaching me how to bake for the last five hours, it’s almost midnight by the time I get to Jace’s house.
Heart bursting out of my chest, I place the flash drive and the small basket of kachori on his porch.
There’s nothing I can say or do to erase his pain, and I know we can never be together given everything that’s come to the surface.
But I want Jace to know that the girl he stomped kachori with on the playground when we were eleven…
Will always love him.
With every broken, jagged piece of her heart.
