Chapter 85

Andrew lifts his head to look at me, blue eyes dark with regret and frustration.

“What else?” I ask, swallowing a lump. “Is there anything else you did?

Because this is your last chance to be honest.”

“What are you going to do?” Andrew asks as I flip the page to the back cover where I’ve taped in my revenge list. I spin it around for him to look at, and he raises his eyebrows. He notices his own name and lifts his face, meeting my eyes. “Be careful with them, Marnye. If you think last year was bad, then rest assured they’ll amp it up this time. They’ll be gunning for you.”

“Answer the question.” I keep my pen poised above the page, and Andrew exhales sharply.

“Nothing else. And Miranda—” I hold up my hand. Miranda and I need to talk. But I don’t want any information second-hand; it all has to come from the source. “Nothing else. I’m so sorry, Marnye.”

“I’m sorry, too,” I say, feeling this wave of relief rush over me. I never wanted to hurt Andrew.