“I’m not gonna lie to you,” I whispered. “I’m at Adrian’s place.” 

I heard the rustling of sheets on the other end, like she’d just sat up in bed. Then, finally, her voice came back. 

“Of course you are,” she snapped. “Because why the hell wouldn’t you be, right? After everything?” 

I closed my eyes, guilt crashing into me all over again. “Sloane, I—” 

“I don’t want to hear it.” 

Her words sliced through me like glass. My stomach ...