Chloe leans in, whispering, “I swear, she’s usually awful. I think an alien has invaded her brain or something.” She winks at me, attempting to lighten the weight of the dark cloud hanging over us right now, but it doesn’t work. I shrug. “She’s been nice tonight.” Then we both gasp as we hear Tiffany. “She can hear you. Let me in.” Luckily, she’s laughing.
