Chapter One Hundred and Seventy
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY
Sarah’s jaw clenches at my words but she doesn’t say anything.
But her silence makes me begin to calm down and regulate my breathing.
“I am not a fool,” She finally says, watching me. “But I am tired, Lucas. It doesn’t matter to me what any of them think about me.”
“But Peter is -“
“A friend,” She says, firmly.
“But you smiled at him!” I burst out.
“What?” She stares at me as if I’ve suddenly grown a second head.
“You smiled at him,” I mutter, feeling a little bit like an idiot now. “Back then, in the woods.You were smiling at him.”
She blinks at me, “I’m not following.”
Maybe it’s just me who’s gone insane.
“Never mind,” I mutter, trying to push past her but she steps in my way, blocking my path.
“I don’t need your permission to smile at people,” She says, tightly.
I stare at her before saying quietly, “No, you don’t.”