“I thought you weren’t interested.” “Cut the shit, Marissa. Why? Because of the accident?” “She was always a little guarded and selective with her inner circle, but she was voted Miss Congeniality for the high school yearbook if you can believe it.” “I can’t.” I started walking again. “So, the accident?” “I don’t like to talk about it, especially behind her back. Maybe Prescott will tell you.”
