Page 205 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

“Are you ready for the trial?” the other adds.

“How’s Tate doing?”

But the sentence that gets his attention is “Your mother should be ashamed.”

That’s what does it.

“The fuck did you just say?” Kane snaps.

Noises I can’t identify follow. I think I hear a car door closing. Then the video’s over.

“What happened?” I can’t stop myself from asking.

“His drummer held him back and got him inside the car, but Kane looked like he was ready to tear that guy’s head off,” she explains.

Holy shit.

Scar wasn’t lying when he said Kane was off the rails.

“Wait, why’d you get a notification about that?”

She nods. “I’ve got Google alerts set up. I get notified every time something with Kane Wilder’s name gets posted online.”

Of course she does.

There are fans, and then there’s Maggie.

Fuck, I can’t believe Kane relapsed.

He was doing so good. He said he would rather die than disappoint his mom again.

Tears prick at my eyelids, and I curse beneath my breath.

Why can’t I just stop caring?

“What’s wrong?” Maggie takes notice of my tears, and I dab my eyes dry with my sleeves. She sits down on the couch next to me. “Hadley, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

I’m betraying Gray.

I’m betraying my twin brother by still loving Kane.

And I do.

I love Kane.

With everything I have.

“Sorry, I’m just… my emotions are all over the place right now.”

“Come here.” Maggie opens her arms, offering me a hug I accept immediately.

It takes me a few minutes to get the waterworks under control.

“You know what you need?” Maggie’s eyes light up when we pull away.

I sniffle, wiping my tear-soaked cheeks. “Therapy?”

She laughs, but deep down, I’m sure she agrees. “Dancing. And booze. Lots of booze. There’s a party at a frat house tonight. We’re going.”

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