Lena’s eyes filled with tears.
“Summer…”
“I don’t know where he is.”
My breathing became uneven.
“I don’t know anything about him.”
“You know where the clubhouse is.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“I know.”
“I don’t know if he even remembers me.”
“He probably does.”
I shook my head.
“You don’t know that.”
“No.”
She squeezed my hand again.
“But I know you.”
That made me look at her.
“You’ve spent the last few days blaming yourself for things you couldn’t control.”
She brushed a tear from my cheek.
“You’re doing it again.”
“I slept with a stranger.”
“You were hurting.”
“I shouldn’t have.”
“Maybe.”
Her honesty surprised me.
She didn’t rush to excuse everything.
She simply held my gaze.
“But you don’t deserve to hate yourself forever because of one night.”
I looked a
