Savannah paced the length of her bedroom like she was training for a marathon, phone clutched in her hand. She scrolled up through the endless text message history—blue bubbles dating back since spring. Funny jokes, things only Lia would come up with or say. Things that made her heart lurch looking at them. Finally, she couldn’t stand it. She tapped out a message: I feel like s**t about how we blew up on Lia. She hit send before she could chicken out. A moment later, Mila’s reply popped up: I’m not sorry. She lied to us. She needed to hear it. Savannah exhaled through her nose, thumb flying over the keyboard. Maybe, but we didn’t need to be so cruel to her. I mean, it’s LIA. There was a long pause before Mila replied: Goddammit, I hate feeling guilty. Especially when I know your

