“I didn’t mean what I said earlier, Sabrina. You’re not a hassle.” “I know,” I lied. “We were just mad and talking crazy. And hey,” I shrugged, “this all worked out for the best. Now we don’t need to worry about too many people finding out I’m here. It will be good for you to go back to a normal routine and for me to go back to the city. I’ve really missed it.” That lie was so convincing, I almost believed it myself.
