My nostrils flare. “Nothing.” Lucy’s glare makes my hair stand on end. “Okay. God. She said that she needed to know what her brother had said—that she needed his last words—so…so”—I lick my lips, summoning the courage to say the words—“I went with her to the jail.”

Lucy’s eyes widen. “Excuse me, what? You did what?” She starts hitting me with her books and I duck, trying to protect myself with my arms. “You went with May to prison? To see that fucking freak? Are you deranged? Are you a total moron? Why in the world would you do that?”

She’s still hitting me, and it hurts.

I yelp. “Hey. Hey! Stop!”

Chim pulls her back. Lucy’s red in the face and breathing hard.

“Thank you. Fuck.” I rub my upper arm and glance around the hallway, and sure enough, people have stopped to stare. Great. Cool. Fantastic. I start to feel my skin prickle like it has so many times over the past year due to unwanted attention and take a deep breath. Who cares? Who cares that everyone is staring, per usual. What’s important is May. I turn back to Lucy, who’s still glaring at me. “Look, I thought going there might help her get some closure. I was trying to be a good friend.” I squint at the wall over Lucy’s head. “I thought…”

“That you could save her?” Lucy is fuming.

“What?”

“You thought you could save her. Admit it. You weren’t doing this for May. You were doing it so you could play out some bullshit Prince Charming fantasy you have.”

“No, I—”

She talks over me. “I bet. I just bet you were thinking about May when you took her to see her brother’s killer. Totally something you do for someone you care about.” She glares at me, eyes flashing.

Chim puts a hand on Lucy’s arm. “Hey. Both of you need to calm down. I know you’re worried, so you’re blaming the messenger”—she looks at Lucy, then turns to me—“and I think we both know that you were trying to be that guy to May, but I get it. You like her, you were trying to do what she asked.”

“No. I was trying to be there for her, since no one else was.” Lucy and Chim wince, and I feel like a jerk.

I run my hand through my hair, starting to understand the degree to which I fucked things up. On Sunday I was so focused on making May happy and giving her some sense of closure that I didn’t consider the consequences. What it would be like to come face to face with the person who murdered your twin.