“How do you know him?” “From school. ‘Friend’ was an exaggeration—I fucking loathe him.” Sabrina looks at me with curiosity. “What does it take to get on your bad side?” “I told him something in confidence. When it got out, I knew he couldn’t be trusted. That was the first reason … I’ve had plenty since.” “Well, don’t worry,” Sabrina says, giving me a sly smile. “Your secrets are safe with me.” “What secrets do you know?” “Plenty. You talk in your sleep …” “What do I say?” “I just promised not to tell anyone.” I take a sip of my drink. “That’s probably for the best.”
