“Y-You do?” I spat incredulously. “How long have you known?”
He couldn’t meet my eyes. He sighed. “I found out a few months ago before our birthday. I found out totally by accident. I’m sorry for not telling you earlier, Hazel.”
I could only stare at him in shock. “I can’t believe this,” I muttered. “You knew! You, of all people, knew how much it affected me. How much it bothered me!”
He looked pained. “I’m sorry, Hazel.”
I took a deep breath. “Let me ask you this. If I didn’t ask, would you have ever thought of telling me?” I asked.
He went silent. He looked away, avoiding my eyes. And that’s when I knew. He would never have told me. His betrayal rang in my head like an alarm.
“Hazel, can I just—” he started to say.
I cut him off. “Who else knows?” I demanded.
“Hazel…” he muttered, wincing.
“I asked you a question. Answer me. Who else knows?” I repeated sharply.
“I don’t think it’s my place to—”
