Nia was the only one of my crew I really trusted with stories like this. Michelle, who drew men to her like flies to honey, couldn’t empathize with my romantic woes. Markus always thought I was being overdramatic and needed to “chill.” I’d once whined to Tabatha about a short-lived flame, and she asked, perplexed, Didn’t you only go out with him, like, three times? But Nia understood, because she was just like me—unlucky in love, but somehow always falling into it.
