“I’m sorry that happened to you.” She shrugged. “Seriously, Savvy,” I said softly. “You don’t have to pretend with me that it wasn’t a big deal.” She nudged her glass with her finger, glancing up at me briefly. She lifted one shoulder, like no big deal, but her eyes told a different story. She squeezed my hand tightly. “He deserved it,” she whispered. “And so does Matt.”
