A hot flash of shame goes through me like a lightning bolt. What kind of a fucking person am I? Apparently the kind whose best friend seems to think I can just drop her without a second thought and go on my merry way. Guilt digs its claws even deeper when I’m forced to admit to myself that I can’t exactly be indignant about Blair feeling this way. She’s witnessed all my lowest moments. With my parents. My biological mother. Friends. Potential friends.
