not. If you donât want to go out with me, then say so. I can take it. Iâve dealt with a lot worse stuff in my life.â
Sam winced. âIs that what you think?â He gasped, shaking his head. âThat I donât want to go out with you? How canââ
âWhat am I supposed to think?â Gaia shoved a fistful of hair away from her face, but the wind whipped it right back in front of her. âYou hide things from me. You make things up. And now youâre trying to avoid having me in your dorm. . .â She couldnât finish. Her voice was too strained. And there was no way she would allow herself to cry.
âYouâve got it all wrong,â Sam whispered.
Gaia laughed miserably. âThen are you going to tell me whatâs going on? Because I canât do this anymore. I canât...pretend.â
Sam nodded. He looked weak and unsteady. âI know. But I canât tell you. I can only tell you that I need some space here.â He opened his mouth to add more, then apparently thought better of it.
âBut why?â Gaia choked out. She didnât deserve this.
And there was no way she could explain this freakish behavior away with sympathy.
Whatever was turning Sam into a shell of his former self was bigger than his grief over Mike. She knew that now.
âLook,â Sam replied, taking a step toward her. âPlease trust me, Gaia. This has nothing to do with us. Iâm going through some personal stuff. Something I need to sort out by myself.â
âFine. Then go through it. Just leave me out if it until youâre done, okay?â
Gaia turned and walked. Sadness gave way to anger once more.
She
had opened up to him about her life,
her father and their tentative new dress rehearsal for a normal life,
her uncleâeverything. But apparently he couldnât reciprocate. Maybe sheâd even scared him off by opening up too much. Now,
that
was funny. A grim smile spread across her face as she strode down Broadway, turning east along Canal, heading for places unknownâanywhere where she could get lost.
Behind her Sam bobbed through the crowds, still following her for whatever inane purpose, unable todo the right thing and just get lost. And that left Gaia with only one option. To get
herself
lost. If there was one thing Chinatown was perfect for, it was that.
Once again she broke into an angry sprint, her feet pelting the asphalt as she crossed Canal and swung down Mott Street. The Mandarin alphabet thickened on street signs, snaking up above noodle shop facades. She sped past families emerging from dim sum lunches, tiny stores crammed full of vases and silk pajamas, grocers selling fruits and fish. She didnât stop to see any of it. Nope. She didnât care what she saw. She didnât care, period.
Because Sam evidently didnât care.
About her or about anythingâ
âGaia!â he shouted.
So why is he still chasing me?
His anger stopped her. She spun around to face him. What right did
he
have to sound so pissed?
âWhy is it that your life can be one big secret, but I canât even keep just a little part of mine to myself?â Sam gasped, doubling over as he staggered to close the gap between them. âDonât tell me I know everything about you. Iâve had to knock down a lot of doors to get even the little information youâve given me about your life.â
Gaia bit the inside of her cheek. Slight point there. But she was changing. âLetâs back up. You havenât exactly been one big open book since Iâve met you.Thereâs the small fact that you slept with my foster mother. . . .â She broke off, instantly regretting the words. Samâs face was whitewashed in pain, his mouth open like a wound. Theyâd made a pact to never mention that incident again. Gaia had broken her promise. Sheâd made a mistake. Especially since Sam hadnât even known who Ella