"You had sex with my brother."
"Yeah, but—"
"He was the one at karaoke?"
I nod.
"And the one... oh God, he was offering to, ew..." Her nose scrunches. Her eyes fill with disgust.
All the details I've spilled have been about her brother.
And her best friend is a liar.
Of course she's disgusted.
I...
"I'm sorry." I don't know what else to say.
"You and Brendon..." Emma shakes her head. "How long have you—"
"A long time."
"And he?"
"I don't know. A long time too."
"And everyone else knows?"
"I didn't tell them."
Emma steps away. "So, what, you don't trust me?"
"No, Em. I thought you'd freak."
"You. Don't. Trust. Me."
"I'm sorry. But I... I love him."
She shakes her head. "No. You do not love my brother."
"Yeah, I do."
"He's fucking ancient!"
"But he... he's a good person. You know he is."
"No." She grabs her purse and moves toward the exit. "I know that he's a liar. That you're both liars."
"Em. Please."
She shakes her head. "Don't talk to me."
"Em—"
The door swings shut behind her.
Chapter Forty-Two