Hazel's POV
“It wasn't me who leaked it,” Marisol said, wheeling straight into our living room without knocking, “but I think I know exactly who did, and you're not going to like it.”
I had spent the entire morning convincing myself I'd imagined the suspicion, that grief and fear were making me paranoid about the one friend who had never once given me a reason to doubt her. Seeing her face now, furious and apologetic at once, told me my instincts hadn't been wrong.
“Tell me,” I said. “Whoever it is.”
“The pharmacy clerk,” Marisol said. “She recognized you buying the test. She's dating someone on Penelope's old legal team. It's not personal, Hazel, it's just money changing hands in the ugliest possible way.”
Relief loosened something in my chest, the specific relief of learning betraya
