Tiffany raises her voice, sounding annoyed. “Chloe Ryan, do not take any of the blame here. This is not your fault, and it’s not Natalie’s fault. This happened because Darby Stafford is an overgrown toddler in a man’s body who doesn’t know what the word ‘no’ means. No one should be taking any ownership of what happened tonight besides him.” She sounds like a pissed-off schoolteacher, and I feel bad for judging her when we first met. I hold my arm out for Tiffany to join our girl hug, and the three of us huddle there for a few minutes.
