Page 179 of Bitter’s Sweet

There you are.

I see you.

Please.

Just tell me I did not invent you.

Then fear comes back.

And Bitter kills him.

“Not enough.”

I think that is the moment my heart actually breaks.

Not the tracker.

Not Trixie.

Not the coffin.

That.

Not enough.

A simple answer.

A final one.

I nod once.

“Thank you.”

His brows pull together.

Apparently that is not the reaction he expected.

Maybe he expected anger. Maybe tears. Maybe a scene big enough to justify what he just did.

He does not get one.

“Sweet.”

“No.” I smile.

It feels wrong on my face.

“You were right yesterday.”

His expression shifts.

“I wanted the truth.”

I look around the garage.

Hyde. Nevermore. Boogie. Ghoul. CSI. Sweeney. Trixie. Mercy.

Every single person knows exactly how stupid I was.