wall. The anonymity was a comfort. For the first time in

erling. My best friend since we were children, the one person I had pushe

"Scarlett? Oh my god, are you oka

inside me. "Chloe," I whispered, and that wa

e said, no hesitation. "Text

ter, carrying two bottles of champagne and a bag of greasy takeout.

both a glass. "A new-money idiot who doe

ing in a hotel room," she declared, pulling a black

a nondescript door in a downtown alley. It was the kind of plac

corner booth. He was laughing, his arm draped possessively around he

od ran