I'm expecting the question, honestly. No one knows about me and Parse. Shitty suspects, but I've never confirmed it. The memories give me a lot of conflicted emotions now, and I'm not sure how I feel about it. Bad, mostly.

"Um. Just one guy," I tell him, swallowing hard and letting my hand slide up Bittle's side. "You know him. Kind of."

There, I said it. Bittle is smart. He'll figure it out.