My best friend, who I thought kept nothing from me, who I thought I knew the very bones of—nope. Her greatest secret imaginable, and Becky was someone worthy to share it with, not me. Our friendship group, which I set so much store in, people I’d go to war for—the whole time had this subset within it, people who’d shagged and hidden it, specifically from me. Did Justin know? How big a fool have I been made, here? I’m woozy.
