Chapter 55
“Thanks, Portia,” Denise says when she reaches me. “You’re really a great friend.”
“Uh, thanks.”
“My birthday party is a week from Saturday. You’re coming, right?”
“I . . . think I can.” I’m feeling uneasy about this party now. Should I go? Do I deserve to go? And what about Mindy and Tara? I don’t want to be at the same party as Mindy. I shoot Tara a look. She smiles back and nods. We’re cool, I guess.
Mindy continues to glare. Then her expression collapses to one of pain.
“How can you do this to me?” she moans. “How could you?”
What is going on here? There’s more to this than I imagined. Tara watches the scene unfold without weighing in.
Mindy’s voice is husky. “I trusted you, Denise. I told you things I’d never tell anyone else.”
“And I’m supposed to . . . what? Forg
