The question hit Jayden like a physical blow. His entire body went rigid, the tray suddenly feeling impossibly heavy in his hands.
His mind raced. "How much does she know?" he thought.
"What... what did she tell you?" he asked carefully.
"Nothing specific," Jessica said, watching his reaction closely. "Just that you hurt her. She wouldn't tell me details, but Jayden... I've never seen her like that before. She was really, really hurt."
Jayden let out a breath he felt like he'd been holding for days. "She didn't tell them," he said to himself, relief washing over him.
If Jessica or Tasha ever found out what really happened, he didn't know what he'd do. The guilt of it was already eating him alive. Having them know would be unbearable.
"I don't even want to know what happened," Jessica continued, her voice gentle but firm. "That's between you and her. But Jayden... you need to apologize. Whatever you did, whatever you said—you have to make it right. You beed to fix this."
