faintly visible in it.
Naomi came up behind me and slid her arms around my shoulders, resting her cheek against my back.
“They know,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” I said. “They know.”
And I could already picture it. My father pacing. My mother with her arms crossed. Preston smiling like a shark. Bridget sitting stiffly, looking disgusted at the whole thing while continue reading …
