Clutching my elbow, Trent led me inside, which was just as packed with bodies as the backyard. Seriously, where did all these people come from? He weaved through the throngs of people and into one of the dozen bedrooms on the bottom floor of the house.
He closed the door, and my heart rate sped up. What did he think was going to happen?
"I didn't want to do it this way." Trent shook his head. "I wanted to ease you into it, give you time to adjust to what I know is going to be a shock." He rubbed the back of his neck again, his expression tormented. "You were starting to remember. I wanted you to remember, but it's not happening fast enough."
I stared at him, confused. He was fun to look at, but his conversational skills needed some serious work. "What on earth are you talking about?" I asked.
He took a cautious step toward me, and I remained in my spot, arms crossed. "I've been lying to you, Chloe."