“Siri, play ‘My Best Friend Screwed My Older Brother.’” She finished her cupcake in one bite. “Oops. Never mind. No one wrote a song about a betrayal so cutting and deep.” “I’m sure there’s a country song about it,” I muttered. “It’s not like I slept with your boyfriend.” “If you’d have slept with my boyfriend, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” “Why?” Dylan snorted. “I’m not a medium, silly. I can’t speak to the dead.”
