Adeline stared at me like she didn’t hear me properly the first time.
“You did what!?” she practically yelled, her eyes wide and round like she was seeing a ghost.
Heat rushed up my neck. I looked down at my hands, and my fingers were fidgeting with each other like they were trying to run away from the conversation. “It’s… very bad,” I muttered, the words tasting heavy.
She didn’t look scared of me though. If anything, she reached for two packets of chips like she was preparing herself for a dramatic movie reveal. She tore both open, handed one to me, then grabbed a can of Coke. “Tell me every detail,” she said, settling back with a seriousness that almost made me laugh.
I stared at the chips in my hand. My stomach twisted. I knew this moment would come eventually, someone asking, some
