It wasn't until the words left my mouth that I realized—I'd said too much in my rush. I shouldn't have told him what I'd done. I should've let Shawn keep hating me. Let him hold onto that anger, so that when I died, he wouldn't feel a thing. Panic hit me instantly. My mind scrambled for a way to walk it back, to soften what I'd let slip. But Shawn spoke first, letting out a short, cold laugh, "Do