“Sunday was at Hel’s,” I mumble while watching Indy wipe the cheese dust off her feet with a wet wipe. God, she’s a fucking weirdo. “They were having some party or something, I don’t know. I kind of walked in on it.” “Sunday Sutton? Oh no, Ash… you did that thing again, didn’t you?” The disappointment in her voice raises my hackles, and my annoyance creeps up.
