“You slept with Parker’s mom?” Cassie swallowed. “I didn’t know she was her mom at the time.” Acacia took a deep breath. She looked toward the ceiling, like she was trying to figure out the details without having to ask. “When?” she finally said. “Family Weekend,” Cassie answered. “Friday.” Acacia’s eyes went wide. “Friday? Friday like the day before you went out to breakfast with her and Parker? The day before you sat next to her at the a cappella concert?” Cassie nodded. “Fuck, Cass,” Acacia said. “How did you even sit next to her? God—you didn’t do anything then, did you?” “No,” she said
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