CHAPTER 92

MILES

"I told her."

The words left my mouth, feeling strange and unfamiliar, as though they didn't belong to me. I had spent years believing I would never say those words to anyone—at least, not until the timing was absolutely perfect.

Jay stared at me, his eyes wide with disbelief. He blinked once, then again, as if trying to process what I'd just said. I could see the skepticism etched across his face. He knew me too well—knew how much I despised even thinking about this topic, let alone speaking about it. It wasn't something I shared with anyone, not even him. Though he was aware of it, we had an unspoken agreement: this was a subject we never brought up. Ever.

"Everything?" he asked cautiously, but probing.

I exhaled a heavy sigh. Lifting the glass of scotch in my hand, I took a long gulp, letting the burn settle in my chest before I answered.