Talia dropped straight onto the edge of my bed, grabbed my hand, and confessed, “Zee, I was wrong. I admit it.”

I looked at her eyes, swollen like walnuts, and pretended to be mad. “Fine. Confess and you’ll get leniency. Spill it.”

“I’m spilling, I’m spilling!” Talia huffed. “This is all Sean’s fault! He wouldn’t let me tell you!”

“Huh?”

“You told me to transfer money to him, right? So I called first to ...