It’s the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever witnessed.

“Enough about that asshole … Have you heard anything more about that god-awful psycho slut?” Leila blinks at me, and I know immediately that she means Marissa. The images that brassy whore conjures up in my head from the dining room experience make me bristle in hate.

“Surprisingly not. She’s been lying low and hiding out since that little scene. Jake keeps expecting some backlash, like a refusal to let him see ...