Some secrets are better shared.
"You said you love him? You can't be serious," I stormed.
Right on cue, Aaron walked in. He took his place beside Em, protectively. "I do though," she said. She reached back and grabbed his hand, scared. Scared of me.
"No, you don't," I argued.
"How would you know? You can't read my mind anymore."
"What the-? I can't read minds. What are you talking about?" My eyes shifted between her and Aaron.