Chapter 19

EMILIA

“What’s something Whitmoore would find weird if I didn’t know that about you?”

Liam walks beside me, a Mickey Mouse headband perched on his head—one I made him wear after buying it, with his own money, of course. His arms are loaded with plushies and stuffed animals, all won by me.

After watching him fail miserably at winning a single prize, I got fed up, took over, and—well, let’s just say once I won one, I had to win more.

It’s not my fault I can’t remember the last time I set foot in an amusement park.

I wander ahead, scanning the stalls for something new to try. His question lingers in the air and I’m tempted to mention Zane’s visit.

But really, that’s none of his business, I muse.

I think for a second. “Nothing? I don’t think he actually knows that much about me either.”

The words feel strange even as I say them.

Liam’s eyebrows knit together.

I mean, Zane and I were together for ten years. How can he know nothi