Betty had been acting like she was looking after me as if I were her little sister, and honestly, I couldn’t figure out how to feel about it.

"What’s the matter?" she teased when I hesitated with the glass of milk. "Worried I poisoned it? Want me to take a sip first?"

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't deny that Betty’s kindness seemed genuine. She had almost been engaged to Ashton, yet she never acted jealous or petty toward me.

It didn’t make ...