er, the bom

phone buzzed. It was Sabrina. I answered, and she immediat

ome home! Now! Something

there was a family emergency. I drove home, my h

e door, the scene was e

fa. Ethan was pacing, his face pale and sweaty. And Sabr

single, damning object:

I asked, my voice

. "Jocelyn... I' m so sorry." She pointed

asped. Frank looked like he wa

He looked cornered,

iding my eyes. "We were both drunk. It only

ext messages we had carefully crafted for weeks. Flirtatious, suggestive, culminating in a plan for the "dru

and his face crumb

was m

I grabbed the heaviest thing I could find-a thic

itch!" I scream

ke contact, Sabrina jumped in front of him

, her voice filled with a desperate, twisted de

ent out o

the out she needed. This wasn' t just her perfect son

. She didn' t look at her son. She lo

with contempt. "It seems you couldn' t keep you

The damage is done. Now we have to th

ry that saved their reputation, the one where I wa

their son and secure their g

my hand. It didn' t shatter. It just thu

ly what I ha