RIAN
The thought of what Ann did to Sarah had been eating at me, refusing to leave me alone no matter how hard I tried to push it away.
I don’t interfere with people’s business, I reminded myself of this fact repeatedly. But something about the whole situation kept gnawing at me, replaying in my mind like a broken record I couldn’t turn off.
“I thought you were going to keep to your words,” she said, coming after me in the living room like she had been waiting for me to step out. “I should’ve known better than to believe a cocky asshole like you.”
Part of me wanted to snap back, remind her exactly whose house she was living in and who was doing whom a favor.
But do I want to fuel her fire? No. Even though she just called me an asshole. Still, I shoved the irritation down my throat. I
