Because I’d lied to Declan for so long, I didn’t quite see it that way. But I knew Kane couldn’t be trusted to ride this out. When he got riled, watch out.

And he was definitely riled.

Saturday, March 2

My mother stops me at the door as I’m getting ready to leave for a shopping trip with Nina. “Are you okay?”

I nod. “I’m fine. Tired. But fine,” I lie.

“Oh good,” she says. “Because Mrs. Weeks might need a mother’s helper on the weekends, what with baby Cooper. I thought it would be nice if you offered your time. Maybe you can make a little extra money.”

I shake my head, but she isn’t paying attention.

“That baby is supercute,” she says with a smile. “She brought him over yesterday when they got back from the hospital. You should go over and see him.”

That’s the last thing I want to do. Declan’s room is his nursery. And after my fight with Kane and nearly running over him with my Jeep, the Weeks house is the last place I want to be. I fudge an excuse as Nina’s car pulls up our driveway.

When I climb in Nina’s Honda Civic, she eyes me suspiciously. “So, I heard a little gossip through the grapevine.”

I sink down low into the bucket seat. I wonder what piece of gossip she’s talking about. Me nearly cutting myself open in gym a couple weeks ago? Me nearly getting into a catfight with Luisa over our dead boyfriend? Kane sleeping with me and then dumping me? None of it is anything I want repeated. “Can we shop and avoid the gossip?”

She pouts as she pulls out of my driveway. “But it’s so juicy! And sad.”

I heave a sigh. “All right, all right. What?”

“Maybe you already knew? Kane broke his shoulder on his throwing arm. And spring ball starts Monday.”

I startle. “What? How?”

“He fell on some ice, he said.” She shrugs. “All I know is that when Ethan came to pick him up yesterday morning for school, he had to drive him to the hospital. His shoulder is broken in three places.”

I think back to when I drove out of the driveway like a bat out of hell, even before he’d gotten himself free of the Jeep.

Oh no.

I close my eyes. Holy hell. Had I…

Of course I had. And of course he wouldn’t tell anyone what really happened. He’s so worried about my mental state, and he wouldn’t want Luisa to know he’d been talking to me. Guilt threatens to flood in, but I refuse to let it take a hold. After what he did to me last week, I refuse to care. I quickly change the subject.

“So, prom dresses. What are you looking for?”