“It wasn’t her fault,” Zed answers, defending me. “It was supposed to be a going-away party. Tessa thought the girl was her friend.” “Friend? Please! Tessa should know better than to try to be friends with that girl, or any of you, for that matter.” “No disrespect or anything, but you don’t know me. I did just drive for two hours to bring your daughter here,” Zed politely responds.
Maybe we could kill mom
