"Erica," I said slowly, narrowing my eyes at her, "who hurt you?"
There was a long pause, and she pressed her lips together. The silence between us stretched. I could practically see the wheels spinning in my head, trying to piece together what she wasn't saying.
"You're not the type to be scared easily," I pressed. "If you're trying to cover up for Cassandra in some way…"
"I'm serious, Layla," Erica cut me off immediately, her tone sounding firmer than before. "I know who did it, and it wasn't your sister."
My chest tightened. "Then who?" I asked again, leaning closer.
She sighed, rubbing her temples before looking away. "Promise me you won't be mad or judge me for this."
I frowned. "Erica, what are you talking about?"
"I didn't just move here so we could reconnect," she admitted, her eyes darting nervously to mine.
I froze, my stomach dropping. "What do you mean by that?"
"The real reason I moved here was because I was running away."
