Amy's POV

I laughed. I mean, I tried to. Instead, this hoarse, cracked sound came out, deepening the awkwardness that followed the question I was just asked. My cheeks began to warm up, the heat rising all the way from my neck. Carlos continued to look at me.

"I’m sad, actually. Don’t worry, he’s the boss," I came through with an answer that sounded like I was reading off a script. "He gave me a second chance, a second life, so I’m grateful..."

I mean, that wasn't a lie, but why did it feel like I was omitting something?

"I already know all that," Carlos said. His voice wasn't sarcastic,...