We haven’t talked since the incident, and I figured she’d choose to forget about the dinner plans we’d made during our late-night text session.I climb into the passenger seat, just to give her a chance to apologize, but she pulls away from the curb without a word.By the time we hit the freeway, the silence feels heavy. The sun is dipping lower in the sky behind us, but the warmth of the fall night is enough that we can roll down our windows. The breeze kicks in, and my loose hair swirls around my shoulders. “I talked to her yesterday,” Olivia says, finally breaking the silence. “About you.”“Who?”“Ava.”“And?”She twists her hands around the steering wheel. “And I think I might need to find a new lunch table for a while.”I cringe. “It went that well, huh?”She nods. “Yeah. She didn’t really like what I had to say.” Then she flicks a glance over at me. “But I should have said it right then, in the hall at school. I should have taken your side. I’m sorry I didn’t.”I lean back against the leather seat.
