“Except when you’ve relapsed behind your boyfriend’s back and tried to hide it from him, lied when he asked, ‘Is that blood on your breath?’ Overreacted to make him question himself. You’ve done all that, right?”
Suddenly Byron felt dizzy, like Amy had stolen his thoughts and he was left empty. “How did you know?”
She shrugged like this was all so simple. “I’ve seen it before. Now are you going to take me upstairs, or what?”
“Upstairs?” Byron couldn’t blame the girl for trying.
“To fix my hair,” she said. “It’s crooked, remember?”
“Oh.” He’d forgotten already, with all this blood talk.
“You have scissors at home?”
“Yeah, but my boyfriend,” he said. “Tyler’s up there and we just had a fight.”
“Introduce me.” She perked up, bouncing a little against the fountain’s edge. “If
