The sand and shattered shells press into my feet as I walk back to the marina. With my shoes still hanging from my fingers, bumping against my thighs, I try to collect myself. They knew. Austin, Kaden, probably Lauren as I suspected. They all knew and let me continue on. I know I've wished that Lauren never said, "Oh, with who?" But now that it's the truth, I can't help but hate her and whoever else for not telling me. As my best friend, I'd hope she'd want the best for me.

I run my bottom lip through my teeth, wanting both to ditch them and scream at them. Scream...