“Actually, I’m the only one that should be speaking to her,” Mark replied, glaring at me. “Because I understand her. Because I was with her that night, not you. I hate to tell ya, Biggs, but I’m the one she needs right now.” My girlfriend proved him a liar when she sprang off the swing and dove for me. Trembling, Liz fisted my T-shirt and buried her face in my neck.
