“She didn’t fix me.”
Edward handed him the trousers.
“Because you looked at me tonight and decided my appearance proved something about Veronica.”
Max shrugged.
“It does.”
Edward looked at him.
“Then why are you still trying to prove it?”
Edward handed him the trousers.
Max stopped smiling.
Edward turned to me.
“Can we talk somewhere private?”
His smile had disappeared, and suddenly I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear what came next.
Max stopped smiling.
***
We stepped into the hallway.
“Veronica, Max was wrong about you. But there’s something I should’ve said before we came.”
“What?”
“You asked me because you thought bringing somebody who looks like me would prove something to him. I said yes because I thought you’d realize it wouldn’t.”
