He scoffs. “That’s bullshit. If I didn’t know, no one could have because I know you better than anyone.” Zach lifts his hand. “Except me.” “Is that really still the case?” I ask. Confusion crosses his face. “It’s not like we’ve hung out much lately. And I get why, of course, but I’ve been going through a lot. And Foster, when the hell was the last time it was you and me? I don’t mean hanging out at home, but actually doing anything together. It’s been years.” Is it really a surprise I feel like they’ve left me behind at times? I swallow thickly.
