Cross swore.
Zellman frowned.
And Jordan paled.
That was all I needed to see. Guilt. He did this on purpose.
A flame exploded in me.
I opened my mouth, but Cross beat me to it.
“You asshole,” he clipped out. “You know she doesn’t talk about her dad. Ever.”
Zellman kept looking from us to Jordan. His mouth opened, then closed.
“Come on.” Jordan scooted to the edge of the booth and held a hand out. “Look, I was just trying to do something nice for you. With all the s**t that went down, I know you miss your mom a lot, and so I thought, Why not bring her to her other parent? That’s all. I swear.”
He was lying.
“You knew this would hurt me,” I shot back. “That’s why you did this. You didn’t want to fight Alex for me, but we forced you to do that. Then all that happened with Principal
