BETTYIn my head, I had convinced myself that if I changed the dress, took a few deep breaths, and focused on enjoying the evening, the entire conversation with Nathaniel would simply fade into the background where it belonged.Clearly, I had been lying to myself.“You can tell me,” Rhys insists, his eyes steady on mine, “Whatever it is.”I glance across the booth toward Lucy and George, but they are far too absorbed in each other to notice anything happening around them. I fold my lips into a thin line before letting out a quiet sigh. “Nathaniel dropped by the house earlier."Rhys withdraws his hand immediately, and his expression shifts into something much harder to read.“What did he want?” he asks, his jaw tightening noticeably, the muscle in his temple twitching.“He came to ask me what I remember about the night he and I met.”That earns me a deeply confused look.“I know,” I say quickly, already shaking my head. “It sounds insane, even for him. I think he is trying to build so
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