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“Like what?”
I stop pacing and turn to face him. “Her father molested her.”
He looks like I just ripped his heart out of his chest and stomped on it. “No.” He takes a giant step back, as if he’s trying to put as much physical distance between us as he can. “She would have told me. Hayley knew she could tell me anything.” His hands curl into fists as an array of emotions scatter across his face. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
I take a step closer, but that only makes him retreat even more.
“Oakley—”
He’s out the door before I can stop him.