“About that,” Lennon says as I stand up. “Are you sure you want me there? I don't want to intrude.” I roll my eyes and pull her off the couch. “Don't be dumb. She'll love you.” Her face shows she's unsure. “Yeah, it's not Brenna I'm worried about.” Ah, Saige. “Don't worry about her. You're my best friend, and I want you there.” She doesn't fight me further on it, and the two of us head down the elevator and into my car.
