Sydney got into Cassie’s car, ambiguously diminished that she wouldn’t have to drive. Her hands shook, her knees trembled, and her breath was caught between her
ribs. A tremendous knot was rising in her throat, making her eyes water.
As Cassie pulled onto the street, Sydney looked up, attempting to get ahold of herself. No matter how she attempted to conversation herself down, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all her fault.
“Are you okay?” Cassie inquired softly.
Sydney shook her head, holding in a wail. “I scarcely indeed know him. I don’t know why I’m this upset,” Sydney whispered.
Cassie remained noiseless, and once more, Sydney had the feeling Cassie knew something she herself did not. Something that bound them in a modern understanding. Perhaps, she wasn’t prepared to
