Everyone has something to hide. That's putting it far too generally. Sure, there ain't a fool I've met yet stupid enough to give away every single detail of his or her life, but there's a difference between that and the sorts of things that we're keeping under wraps. These are human lives we're talking about, after all, and with the way I look at her for her comment, I'm pretty sure she can get the hint. I'm not about to downplay anything that's happened in my life, not if that means shirking some of the blame.

"I shot 'im 'cause I thought he was the person who killed my parents," I grit out, hating that I can't lie to her, not with all that she's seen. "But he wasn't. He wasn't Sawyer."