“Your walls and half-answers. You know it all, Kenna. All my wounds and ugly truths. But you’re still holding back from me. If we can’t be honest with each other, then what are we doing?”

My teacup rattled in the saucer as I set it down. “It’s not as easy for me as it is for you.”

A muscle in Crosby’s cheek ticked. “I know. That’s why I haven’t pushed until now. But you were the one who wanted open and honest. You’re the one who pushed for my past on the ferry. Don’t you think I deserve the same in return?”

“Not if you’re going to leave.” The words were out before I could stop them.

Crosby froze for a moment. “What are you talking about?”

I toyed with the edge of a pillow, my gaze focused on the way the individual threads wove together. “At some point, this is going to end. What we want is too different. But the more I tell you, the harder it will be when you walk away.”

Crosby cupped my face, turning it towards him. “We might not always be this, but I’m never going to walk out of your life.”

I stayed quiet, unsure if I could give him this. Rip open my pain for him to see. Crosby shook his head, pushing to his feet and grabbing his cell phone and wallet from the coffee table. He was almost to the door when I blurted out, “I was pregnant.”

Crosby stilled, turning around slowly. “What?”

I threaded my fingers together, running my thumb across the flesh of my opposite palm, digging deeper with each swipe. I focused on the rhythmic action so I wouldn’t have to look at Crosby’s face or see his reaction to my words. “The summer before I left for college, I found out I was pregnant.”

Crosby’s footsteps sounded as he came closer, but I kept staring at my hands. “I was so scared. I thought we’d been careful. I was on the pill, had taken it religiously. But there I was, eighteen and pregnant.”

The couch cushions shifted as Crosby sat. “What happened?”

I dug my thumb deeper into my palm. “The fear passed. I started to get excited. Grant had always promised me forever—the baby was just a little sooner than we’d expected. I’d planned it all out. A romantic picnic on the beach. I knew he’d be freaked at first, but I really and truly thought he’d come around. I never thought he’d be cruel. He accused me of trying to trap him, of cheating on him. He told me if I kept the baby, I’d be on my own. And then he left. Went to Harvard and never looked back.”