Wincing internally, he finished with care, “Then he’s wrong. Trust me.”
“I still don’t understand.” Justin sounded plaintive, even younger than usual and confused by a world full of pain. But he also sounded like he might be willing to hear the words. “Why would he think—if it wasn’t true, if I hadn’t somehow—why would he be that scared of me if I’m a good—maybeI didn’t even notice when I—”
“Because sometimes people are wrong,” Kris said.
“But I did lie about—”