ROBYN
“Are you okay?” Piper gripped my trembling hand as we left the Bazz. “I shouldn’t be asking this, but you’re my best friend, and I care about you. Do you need anything?”
I shook my head, unable to form a word. I couldn’t decide where to go. We kept driving for almost an hour until her car ran out of battery.
We charged, then we eventually stopped outside my apartment, no words, just silence with contemplation over Dua Lipa’s new album playing in the background.
“Okay, babe. You’re coming with me to my apartment, or we can stay in a hotel room for a night. Then we’ll decide what to do in the morning.”
I chuckled. “If you wanna be my accomplice, then you may lose your job, and I don’t want that to happen.”
“Okay, no hotel room then.” She gave another grip of my hand. “Let’s talk
