"I'm--" not hurting was what she was supposed to say, but there was such a fiercely anxious opposition from the pit of her stomach all the way out to her trembling fingers, that she had to stop. She could almost feel more flower petals tickling the back of her throat.

And anyway, she knew it was useless after all, didn't she? Kaito might not have her figured out exactly, but he did understand her. Flimsy little lies wouldn't be any good here.

"I'm sorry," was what she managed to get out after a moment, and then quickly, very softly, "you weren't supposed to know at all."