Diana's POV
When class ended, Trisha and I walked quietly to our usual spot behind the school building. It was a small area between two walls where nobody ever went. We had been meeting there since we were kids whenever we needed to talk about something private.
I sat down on the concrete steps and waited for Trisha to tell me what happened last night. My stomach was twisted in knots because I already knew it was going to be bad.
Trisha leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. She looked tired, like she hadn't slept much either.
"Okay," she said quietly. "I'll tell you everything. But I don't want you to blame yourself, Diana. None of this is your fault."
I nodded, even though I already knew I was going to blame myself no matter what she said.
"When I got home after school, Av
