Kyle walked toward the door, like he was done,like this whole conversation was over. But just as his hand reached for the knob, he stopped. He stood still for a second, then turned and came back. I didn’t say anything. I just watched him.He sat back down on the bed, beside me. His shoulders dropped a little as if he’d been holding something heavy in.“I have nothing to do with Amy,” he said softly, his voice not defensive, not sharp, just honest. Or it sounded that way.I looked at him, unsure. My chest ached from everything that had happened. My head still throbbed slightly, but I could still feel emotions swirling stronger than any painkiller could dull.“I don’t know anything about the letter,” he went on. “It might be too hard to believe… but I didn’t take it.” His eyes searched mine. “I really didn’t.”I looked at him for a long moment. His face was cal
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