Katya withers. “Nat, please. I know you hate me and I deserve that. But I love you! You’re my best friend and I hate that we’re not talking. It’s been months—”
“I’m not a pushover, Kat!” I explode as the very real pressure of those pregnancy tests in the sink weighs on our friendship. Then my anger deflates. “You know what? I can’t even be mad at you for thinking that. Because I am a pushover. I do go along with things I’m not comfortable with. That’s on me. That’s not on you.”
“No, you listen for a change. I’m done being your sidekick, Katya. I’m done being the pawn in your games. I’m just done, period.”
Her eyes are filled with tears. “I really am sorry.”
“I know you are. But it doesn’t change the fact that I went through something that night. And I’m not sure it can be undone.”
Ta
