“I thought we could all, you know, the three of us, sit for a while. I know we don’t get on that well, Sophie, and I figured maybe it’s time we tried.” She gives me more bunny eyes, and I narrow mine suspiciously, wondering what the hell her game is.

Natasha has always tried to be besties with me; it’s like a never-ending sad, pathetic act she pulls to get on Arry’s good side, but never to the extent of tonight. The urge to respond with ‘Why?’ is slapped down with ...