CLAIRE ~
I still had the question hanging on my lips when Anastasia stood up and let out a short, dry chuckle.
“I’m not about to start spilling every detail of your best friend’s life,” she said, smoothing the front of her blazer like the conversation had already reached its limit. “You’ll find out gradually. That’s how it works around here. People who push too hard for the full story usually regret it.”
I sighed and clenched my fists in my lap. Regret was already crawling up my spine, slow and annoying. Should I call him? The thought showed up uninvited. I shut it down immediately. No. I was definitely not doing that. He should be the one to apologize first. After everything he’d thrown at me—and the whole king-of-the-Midwest performance—he could sit with it for a while. I wasn’t about
