“You show up here uninvited, drop your little stories about Kayde and heights and your best nights—just say what you came to say and get out.”
She didn’t back down. If anything, my anger seemed to delight her. “I want to know who you are,” she said. “I want to know how long you’ve been seeing Kayde. I want to know whether it’s serious.”
“It’s none of your business,” I shot back immediately.
Darlene laughed outright this time, the sound light and dismissive. “I’ll take that as a no, then. Not serious.” She leaned in slightly, her voice lowered to an almost intimate whisper. “I knew.... because why else would he have f****d me all night if he was with someone. So I take it you're one of his f**k things then.”
The words hit like ice water. My breath caught, and for a second the room tilte
