Danna Fox!
In my house! What the hell is she doing in my house and most of all,
"How did you get in my house!"
I expect her to be sly and schemy like her usual self but she looks... Scared?
"That's not important now," she says in a very low tone. "Come sit beside me. I don't want him to hear us."
Him? Who is him?
I squint my eyes, still standing at the door. "What's going on, Danna?"
Danna leaps from the seat and grabs my hand. She drapes her scarf over her neck as we sit down.
"I need you to do something for me, Becca. Please."
I'm still confused. "What do you want me to do?"
She lets out a breath. "Please delete the pictures."
Pictures?
"What pictures?"
"Didn't Troy tell you?"
"Tell me what? Speak up Danna!"
Danna goes silent and she buries her face in
