My fingers tightened around the edge of the table. Not because I believed her. Because I couldn't believe she had actually said it.
"I should've told you sooner."
She placed a hand over her chest. Like some saint confessing a tiny sin. "That's my fault."
I took a deep breath.
Then another. Then another.
Because prison orange genuinely wasn't my color.
"You're a f*****g bitch."
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
Poppy froze.
Good.
For the first time all conversation, she looked genuinely shocked.
"Wren—"
"No."
I cut her off immediately.
"You slept with my boyfriend."
Another breath.
"You lied to my face."
Another.
"You sat in my house."
Another.
"You called yourself my friend."
Years.
Years of friendship.
Years of trust.
Years of memories.
Gone.
Just l
