LAURA

Balery’s eyes were wide as saucers by the time I was done. “Oh my God.”

“Yeah,” I sighed, leaning back on the sink.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispered, her eyes sad and filled with remorse.

I frowned, confused. “Why would you be?”—because seriously, why would she be?—“It’s not like I told you. You had absolutely no way of knowing what happened and even if you did, stopping Jack’s friend from coming just because of me wouldn’t be fair.”

Her shoulders dropped and she puffed out a breath, causing a tendril of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail to float around. “So what are you going to do...