trying to tell me the truth; he was trying to discover exactly how much I already knew.
Later that morning, Margaret showed me a message Daniel had sent her privately. He told his mother that I was “spiraling” and asked her to talk some sense into me. I stared at the screen because I had barely raised my voice since the mall, yet he was already building a version of me that could not be trusted. Margaret looked at me and said quietly, “He wants me to make you doubt
