But then my blood chills . . . freezes . . . shatters like tiny shards of glass exploding inside of me. The words that just came out of Willow’s mouth are rushing through me, searching for a place to belong, but they don’t belong. Her words don’t belong in Layla’s head. I never mentioned specifics about Sable to Layla. I never told Layla that Sable had a fan club.
