Iris’s POV
Maya was quiet for a long moment. Her face was unreadable, her eyes fixed on some point on the wall behind me. I watched her process everything, watched the information settle into her bones, watched her try to find the right words.
"You slept with him," she said finally. "You slept with your fiancé's father."
"I did not plan for this to happen."
"Does it matter?" Her voice was flat. "It happened."
"I know."
"Iris." She finally looked at me, and her eyes were wide and dark and full of something I could not name. "This is so messed up. This is the most messed up thing you have ever done."
"I know."
She sat forward suddenly and grabbed my shoulders, her fingers digging in hard enough to hurt. Her face was inches from mine, and I could see the fear behind her eyes, the sam
