Sarah grabbed Karli in a one-armed hug the minute she got through Karli’s front door.
“I brought ice cream,” Sarah announced, holding up the bag and shaking it. “Come on, girly. Let’s talk it out.”
“Sea salt caramel?” came the shaky but hopeful whisper from Karli.
“You know it.”
They moved to the kitchen, and Sarah got out bowls and spoons. “Okay, Karli. Talk to me,” she prodded as she began to scoop ice cream. “What’s up?”
“Um... I kissed somebody,” Karli said, her voice riddled with guilt.
“What?”
“Jordan and I went to dinner, and I broke down, and he called me honey. And I liked hearing him call me that, and I kissed him goodnight on the cheek, and I’m a horrible person,” Karli wailed.
“Not horrible, Karli. Human,” Sarah said softly.
“But I’m being disloyal to Evan,” Karli prot
