“She worries about you.”
He snorts. “Right.”
My heart clenches. “Don’t,” I blurt and surprise myself.
His eyes widen. “Surely, you’re not defending her, Ashley? You’ve never said anything, but you can’t fool me. I know how you feel about her.”
I squeeze his pinkie. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what?”
“Just…bein’ bitter doesn’t suit you. I’ve wondered a long time why you aren’t angry about your situation…you shouldbe angry. But hearin’ you like that feels wrong. You’re a ray of sunshine, Pippin, and I don’t want you to change.”
His lower lip trembles and he weaves his fingers with mine. “Tell me what she said?”
I do, I tell him everything, even the part about his big sister Merry, but he already knew about her. I’m meticulous, trying to remember her exact words, and whenever he asks for clarification, I give it.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers when I finish.
“Why?”
“I’m sorry she said those things to you.”