“Yes, Thompson, they’re doing this to me because of you.” “That’s bullshit. I never asked—” “You sure are an idiot,” I snap, anger consuming me. The walls of the room close in on me; my breath becomes ragged. “People at the party saw what you did. They think I wronged you. And for them, that’s enough of a reason to have nothing to do with me. You don’t even need to ask them.” “Why didn’t Benson tell me? I could’ve fixed it a long time ago.” “Because I haven’t told him,”
