Chapter 18April 1st
“I think my mom might be cheating on my dad,” I said, the words all jumbled together and all in one breath. I took myself by surprise. The secret sort of exploded out of me, completely by accident, when I’d just been about to ask for Sasha’s highlighter. Abby and Sasha looked up simultaneously, meeting each other’s eyes before turning on me in one synchronized movement, like they’d practiced it beforehand.
“When you do an April Fool’s joke,” Sasha said, his face looking entirely serious, “it’s supposed to be about something we care about, not something that only affects you. Or else it has no impact, see? I don’t know your parents. I don’t care so much.”
He nodded once and then smiled, as though he’d taught me a valuable lesson, and turned back to the copy of Elle he
