What else was there to explain?

Jim would never give himself the chance to explain.

If he had gone as far as framing Cameron, how could he not have prepared thoroughly for it?

Today, my shattered heart couldn’t take any more blows. Even a single word or a fleeting look from Jim could kill me.

This man was so calculating that he had blocked off every possible way for me to retreat. What else could I do?

For seven years, Jim had known me as well as he knew every mole on his own, my temper, my personality, my every possible reaction to different situations.

All my weaknesses had been...