MUCH LATER THAT NIGHT, ALL of the lights were off and Khloe and I were in bed. I ached for my sister Becca. I knew things would be a million times better if she were here. But I did have Khloe, who was no slob in the making-me-feel-better department. “KK?” I asked. “You awake?” “I’m up, Laur,” Khloe said immediately. “What are you thinking about?” “Everything,” I said, shifting onto my back. “But mostly Ana right now. Why did she choose Brielle over me? I always thought we were equal best friends.” “I don’t know,” Khloe said. “Maybe Ana didn’t want to hurt you. Maybe she thought Brielle would be able to keep what had happened a secret forever, and that way you wouldn’t have to ever know.” “It makes me look so stupid,” I said. “I share classes with Brielle and Taylor. I talked to each of them like nothing was wrong. That’s because I didn’t know! I believed that dumb lie Brielle told me about her ‘fight’ with Taylor.” Khloe rested her chin on her palm.
