“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Trust me, I lied enough to Mom and Dad to know.” She takes a seat next to me on the bed. “So spill.” “There’s a party.” “Alcohol? Don’t lie to me.” “Yes.” I stare at the floor. “Oh, Ben.” “I’m sorry. Don’t be mad.” Hannah lets out this low laugh, which seems weird for her. “Please, I’m not mad. I’m your sister. I did a lot worse shit when I was your age.”

