I held the phone against my ear, listening to the silence on the other end.

“I need to see you. Alone.”

For years, those words would have been enough to make me stop whatever I was doing. If Jovi needed me, I came. If she wanted to talk, I listened. Even when we fought, even when I was hurt, I had always been the one who eventually gave in because being her best friend had somehow taught me that her needs were more important than my own.

But tonight, standing beside Vance's car with the lights of the Lexington Club still visible behind me, I found myself wondering why I...