Nancy sits across from me with her jaw practically touching the table as I finish telling her everything.

Every single detail. For a moment she just stares at me. Then she leans back in her chair and lets out a long breath.

“Girl… your life is literally a movie at this point. Damn.”

I groan and drag both hands over my face.

“And I’m not even the main character in it,” I mutter. “Things just… happen to me. I don’t even know how I’m going to tell Carla that my roommate is—”

“Shhh.” Nancy suddenly leans forward and presses her index finger against my lips.

“You don’t tell her,” she...