She stood there, still, quiet, like a statue. Her eyes were wide and she couldn't take her eyes off of him. She didn't know what to do. How to act. This was all wrong. They were supposed to be fine now, but they weren't and she didn't know how this was supposed to go.
"Did what, Tate? I..." she bit the inside of her cheek to keep the tears threatening to spill onto her cheeks in check. She didn't want to cry. Not here, not now. "Is she...is she right? Am I... That night, did I..." She couldn't even bring herself to say it.