Chapter 19. She Can't Know

Wren POV

I didn't answer him.

I couldn't. I didn't have a single sign for it, or a word, or even a thought. I just knelt on the dock and stared at him until he stood up slowly and held out his hand.

"Okay," he said. "Okay. Let's get you home."

He didn't ask again. He didn't ask anything. He walked me back along the side of the house, around the edge of the party, so nobody would see my face. On the bike, I held on so tight he must have felt my nails through his jacket.

When we stopped outside my building, he turned off the engine and sat there for a moment without moving.

"Wren," he said, without turning around. "Whatever you think is happening to you. You're not—"

I was already off the bike and through the front door.

I locked my bedroom door behind me and sat on the floor with my back against it. My hands were normal again. My nails were normal. In the