Chapter 74

“We’ve been thinking about it like a straight line—like a tug-of-war. You pull one way and I pull the other. I pull you…”

“And I’m the one who loses. I get it. And?”

“What if it isn’t a tug-of-war? What if it’s a triangle, not a line?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I mean Reed is facing us. But he hasn’t accounted for your father.”

I stiffen. “My father?”

“Let me finish. Your father started all this, right? So if your father confronts him…”

“Are you crazy?” I want to pace, to move, and being stuck in a moving car only ramps up my irritation. “For that to happen, I’d have to face my father first, and you know I don’t want to.”

“Maybe the time has come,” he says softly.

“Like hell.”

“Maybe he has to know the consequences of what he did to you,” he continues, as if I haven’t protested.

“No. No. No way.” Just thinking about it makes me want to throw up. I clutch my knees, desperate to escape this claustrophobic cage. The