Hours earlier 

 

“We need to talk; there is something important I need to tell you,” he states, sincerity shining in his eyes. 

 

Could I really trust him? 

 

“I know it seems like I betrayed you, but I didn't. That wasn't me at all. You would know if it was.” he adds, looking deep into my eyes. 

 

He is not wrong; I would know if he was in the room before he came near me. 

 

“Who was that?” I ask instead, refusing to acknowledge the fact that I think he is right. 

 

“That's not what I want to talk about first,” he says, stepping forward. 

 

My breath hitches as I remember...