Do you know what he does?” Bryn asked, looking over at me. Her dark ponytail swung in a long arc over her shoulders. She asked like she already knew, like the answer mattered. “He said he was a business associate of my father’s.” “Izzy, he runs a sex club.” I stumbled, barely catching myself before I fell. Of all the things she could have said, I would have never— Sex clubs were real? Truly real?
