MACEY 

“C’mon, Sam. It’s nothing,” I muttered, waving my hand like it wasn’t a big deal, even though the heat climbing up my cheeks said otherwise. 

Samantha, of course, didn’t let it go. She crossed her arms, the way she always did when she was about to drag a confession out of me, her brows pulled tight in that mix of judgment and disbelief she’d perfected over the years. “Nothing? C’mon, Macey, I know that look.” 

I rolled my eyes and gave a half-hearted ...