Cara nodded, and the look in her eyes was different now, sadder. It still looked like fear, but not for herself. For the friend standing in front of her, unraveling. The friend she’d known twice as long as she hadn’t. Friends who would die for each other, kill for each other, and Pip would be the first one to lean on that.
I just don’t understand how she’s going to prove that Billy is innocent. And I just don’t really care about her covering up this murder. She’s being a horrible friend.
